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CIRCUS ANIMAL STORIES 


Snarlie, the Tiger 
-vWoo-Uff, the Lion 
Humpo, the Camel 
Umboo, the Elephant 


By HOWARD R. GARIS 


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SNARLIE, THE TIGER 
WOO-UFF, THE LION 
HUMPO, THE CAMEL 
UMBOO, THE ELEPHANT 


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Circus Animal Stories 


Snarlie the Tiger 


Howard Garis 

Author of 

“The Bed Time Stories” 
“The Uncle Wiggily Series” 
“The Daddy Series,” Etc. 


R. F, Fenno & Company 

i8 East 17th Street, New York 





Copyright, 1916 

By R. F. FENNO & COMPANY 



OCT 24 1916 

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CONTENTS 


CHAPTER PAGE 

I. Snarlie’s First Home 9 

II. How Snarlie Played 23 

III. How Snarlie was Caught 36 

IV. Snarlie and the Princess 50 

V. Snarlie in the Palace 65 

VI. How Snarlie Ran Away 73 

VII. In the Jungle Again 84 

VIII. Caught Once More 93 

IX. Snarlie’s Long Trip 106 

X. In the Circus 114 

XI. Learning Some Tricks 128 

XII. The Big Ball 139 

XIII. Snarlie is Unhappy 147 

XIV. The Wind Storm 160 

XV. Snarlie is Happy 169 



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Snarlie the Tiger 


CHAPTER I 
snarlie’s first home 

Snarlie, the beautifully striped tiger, walked 
up and down in his circus wagon cage. Up and 
down he walked, turning when he reached one 
end, and going back to the other. Now and then 
he would push to the side a great bone he had 
been gnawing. 

“ What is the matter, Snarlie? ” asked 
Woo-Ufif, the big lion, who lived in the next 
cage. “ Why do you walk up and down so 
much? Why don’t you go to sleep in one corner 
of your cage, as I am going to do in mine? 
Can’t you keep quiet? ” 

“ Yes,” added Humpo, the camel, who was 
chewing his hay in one corner of the circus tent. 
“ You should go to sleep, Snarlie.” 

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“ Go to sleep ! ” cried the striped animal, draw- 
ing back his lips, and showing his sharp, white 
teeth. “ Who could go to sleep. I’d like to know, 
with crowds of people — men and women, boys 
and girls — coming to stare in your cage all day 
long? Who could?” 

“ Why, the people who come to the circus like 
to look at the animals. You must get used to 
that,” said Woo-Ufi, the big lion, in his deep, 
rumbly voice. “ I have been in the circus 
many years now, and I do not mind the boys and 
girls in the least.” 

“ Well, the girls are not so bad,” spoke Snarlie, 
as he stood in the front of his cage, and looked 
out between the bars. “ But the boys throw pea- 
nuts in at me. Bah ! As if I could eat peanuts ! ” 

“ Peanuts ! Who spoke of peanuts? ” asked 
Umboo, the big elephant, as Ke swayed back and 
forth, his leg-chains clanking as he moved. 
“ Who said peanuts? ” 

“ Snarlie says he doesn’t like the boys to throw 
them in his cage,” answered Horni, the rhinoc- 
eros. 

“ Ha! Ha!” laughed Umboo, through his 


Snarlie’s First Home 


II 


long trunk of a nose. “ Give me all the peanuts 
you don’t want, Snarlie. I shall be glad to get 
them.” 

“ You are welcome to them, for all of me,” 
spoke Snarlie, in a sort of grumbling, growling 
voice. 

” What seems to be the matter of you, 
Snarlie? ” asked Nabbo, the baboon. “ You 
don’t seem at all happy.” 

“ I’m not,” answered Snarlie. “ I’m tired of 
being in the circus. I don’t like it here, to be 
shut up in a cage. It isn’t like where I used to 
live, in a jungle cave, with my father and mother. 

“ I had a brother and a sister, too. Oh ! how 
I wish I were back there in the jungle again, so 
I could run about as I pleased, up and down the 
mountain; and crawl under the thick, green 
vines, drinking, when I was thirsty, from the 
pool in the forest.” 

“ Did you used to live in the jungle? ” asked 
Humpo, the camel, walking slowly over to the 
tiger’s cage, for Humpo was not chained fast. 

“ Yes, the jungle was my first home,” an- 
swered Snarlie. “ That’s where I lived.” 


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“ So did I,” said the big elephant. “ My 
jungle was in India.” 

” That’s where mine was ! ” cried Snarlie, 
smiling a little, in the way tigers do. ” Isn’t it 
nice that we came from the same place ! ” 

” I thought you elephants came from Africa,” 
said Humpo. 

“ Some of us do,” spoke Umboo, “ but I came 
from India. There are no tigers in Africa.” 

“ I should think the elephants there would be 
glad of it,” said Horni. “ You tigers have such 
sharp claws that you might scratch and hurt 
them, though my skin is so thick you could not 
harm me.” 

“ Yes, my claws are sharp,” spoke Snarlie, 
“ but I would never try to scratch an elephant 
if he did not hurt me. And I would never try to 
scratch you, Umboo, because you have been so 
kind to me. I do not forget how, when my cage 
was stuck in the muddy road, you put your big 
head against it, and pushed and pushed until 
you had pushed the wagon out. Many horses 
could not have done that, Umboo. You are very 
strong.” 


Snarlie’s First Home 


13 


“ Well, I am, perhaps,” answered Umboo, 
but he did not say it at all proudly. “ We ele- 
phants have always been strong,” he said, “ just 
as you tigers have always had sharp claws. But, 
Snarlie, while we are in the tent here, waiting for 
the circus to move on, which it will do to-night, 
can’t you tell us something about the jungle 
where you used to live? ” 

“ Yes, I suppose I could,” Snarlie answered, 
spreading out his claws, which were to him 
what your fingers are to you. 

“ Do then,” begged Humpo. “ If you tell us 
the story of how you lived in the jungle, and 
how you came from there to live in a circus, we 
will enjoy it very much, and it will keep you 
quiet, perhaps. You will not walk up and down 
your cage so much. So lie down, and tell us the 
jungle story.” 

“ And when Snarlie has finished about his 
jungle, I will tell you about mine,” promised 
Umboo. 

“ And I, who used to live amid the rocks, near 
a great, sandy desert, on the edge of the jungle. 


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can also tell you some strange tales,” spoke 
Woo-Uff, the lion. 

“ After Snarlie,” remarked Horni, politely. 
“ We shall listen to him first. Now, Snarlie, 
begin.” 

“ All right, if it will plesae you,” spoke 
Snarlie. 

And this is the story the striped tiger told: 

Once upon a time, not so very many years 
ago, there lived in a cave, on the side of a moun- 
tain, in an Indian jungle, a family of tigers. 
There was the papa tiger, whose narne was Mr. 
Grabo, because he was always so good at grab- 
bing, or getting, pieces of meat for his family to 
eat. 

The mother tiger’s name was Mrs. Chewo, be- 
cause, when her baby tigers were growing up, 
and no longer liked to drink milk, she used to 
show them how to chew the tender bits of meat, 
which Papa Grabo would bring into the cave. 

Then there were three little tigers, of whom 
Snarlie was one. 

He was given that name because his voice was 
a sort of snarl. He did not mean to be cross; in 


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15 


fact he was a very good little tiger kitten; but he 
was going to grow up to be a big, strong tiger, 
and, of course, he had to have a strong voice. 
So, even when he was little, he used to snarl and 
growl, which is a tiger’s way of talking, just as 
mewing is a cat’s way of speaking, and barking 
a dog’s. 

Besides Snarlie there was Whino, a little girl 
tiger, and Scratcho, who was Snarlie’s brother. 
Scratcho had very strong and sharp claws, even 
when very little, and he used to scratch bits of 
bark, and splinters of wood off jungle trees. So 
he was given the name of Scratcho. 

The tigers’ house, or home, was a cave — or 
big hole — in among the rocks. It was on the 
side of a big hill, called a mountain. Up above 
the cave grew great trees, and down below were 
more trees and tangled vines of green, which 
made the jungle. 

In some places the jungle vines grew so 
thickly together that it would have been hard 
for even Umboo, the big elephant, to have 
pushed his way through. But Mr. Grabo, or 
Mrs. Chewo, the father and mother tigers, cpuld 


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flatten themselves out, and wiggle along, just as 
your cat does when she crawls under a fence, 
and so they could easily make their way beneath 
the bushes. 

“ May we go off and crawl through the 
jungle? ” asked Snarlie one day, when his father 
came back from hunting, and had brought some 
nice meat for dinner. 

“ Go off in the jungle? Oh, no indeed! ” an- 
swered Mrs. Chewo, in her rumbly, though kind 
voice. “ You tiger kittens are too little, yet, to 
go far away from the cave. You must stay here 
until you are larger and stronger.” 

“ What for? ” asked Snarlie. 

“ Because hunter-men sometimes come to the 
jungle to catch little tigers and other animals,” 
answered Mrs. Chewo. 

” What do the men do with little tigers? ” 
asked Scratcho. 

“ They take them far away,” replied Mr. 
Grabo, “ and the baby tigers never see their nice 
home, or their papa or mamma, any more. Now 
be good little tigers, and you may have some of 
this sweet, juicy meat I brought.” 


Snarlie’s First Home 


17 


Then Mrs. Chewo would strip off tender bits 
of the meat, and the little tigers would eat it, clos- 
ing their eyes in delight because it tasted so 
good. 

The cave-house where Snarlie lived with the 
others was just a hole in among the rocks. 
There were no windows to it, and only one door 
— the front. And the cave went far back under 
the rocks, where, on cold nights, the little tigers 
would cuddle up warmly between their father 
and mother. 

For, though it is very hot during the day in the 
Indian jungle, it is cold at night; and a warm 
cave is a very good place to stay. On the floor 
of the cave were some soft, green branches and 
leaves, which made a nice bed for Snarlie, 
Whino and Scratcho. 

Sometimes the little tigers would sleep in the 
cave during the day, and, sometimes they would 
go outside and stretch out in front, where the 
sun shone. 

But always, before any of the little tigers were 
let out of the cave, Mr. Grabo, or Mrs. Chewo, 
would first look carefully on all sides. 


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Snarlie, the Tiger 


“ Why do you do that, mother? ” Snarlie 
asked. 

“ To see if there is any danger,” answered the 
mother tiger. “ Not far from here lives a big 
lion, and he does not like your father. The 
lion might chase you, and try to carry you away 
with him. I looked out to make sure that he was 
not around. 

“ I also wanted to see if there were any white 
or black hunters near by. There might have 
been some, for they are coming here more and 
more often every year.” 

“ What are hunters? ” asked Scratcho. 

“ Men, with guns that make a loud noise like 
thunder,” said Mr. Grabo. “ And the guns are 
not like the little pop-guns which the children of 
man play with. The hunters’ guns shoot a hard 
thing, like a stone. It is called a bullet, and it 
hurts very much when it hits you. Never stay 
when you see a hunter with a gun. Run as fast 
as you can.” 

“ I will,” promised Snarlie, and Scratcho and 
Whino said they would do the same. 

Not far from the tigers’ cave was a jungle pool 


Snarlie’s First Home 


19 


of water, where the wild animals came at night 
to drink. They hardly ever went there in the 
day time, for fear the hunters might see them. 
But at night the lions, tigers, leopards and other 
beasts would come creeping amid the trees, 
and under the tangled vines, to the water- 
pool. 

When the tigers went to drink Mr. Grabo 
walked ahead. Then came Snarlie, Whino and 
Scratcho. Behind them came Mrs. Chewo. 
The father and mother tigers took the very best 
care that no harm should happen to the tiger 
kittens, who were often very thirsty, and eager to 
get a drink at the jungle pool. After drinking, 
which followed their meals, they would go back 
to the cave and sleep all night. 

Once, when going to the pool to drink in the 
evening, Snarlie thought he would play a little 
trick on Scratcho. So Snarlie turned back, 
slipped past Whino, and when Scratcho was not 
looking his brother put out his paw and tripped' 
him. 

“ Ouch! ” cried Scratcho, as he tumbled head 
over heels on the jungle path. 


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“ What’s the matter? Did a snake bite you? ” 
asked Mr, Grabo, turning around quickly. 

“ Or did you catch your paw in a trap? ” 
asked Mrs. Chewo. 

“ No, but Snarlie tripped me,” said Scratcho. 

“ I was only playing,” Snarlie said. 

“ Don’t play near the water hole, where so 
many other animals are,” cautioned Mr. Grabo. 
“ It is all right to play near our cave, but not 
here. Hurry along now.” 

A little while after that Scratcho, to play a 
trick on his brother, slipped up ahead and gave 
him a tap on the ear with his paw. 

“ Ouch ! Stop that, please ! ” grumbled 
Snarlie. 

“There those boys go again; cutting upl” 
said Mrs. Chewo. 

“ Yes, you must stop! ” said Mr. Grabo, and 
he gave Scratcho and Snarlie a few taps with his 
tail to make them mind. But his tail was so soft 
that it did not hurt much. 

Once in the night Snarlie was awakened by 
hearing a great rumbling noise. 


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21 


“ Father, what is that? ” asked the little boy 
tiger. “ Is that thunder? ” 

“ No, it is not thunder, Snarlie.” 

“ Is it a hunter’s gun? ” 

“ No, it is not a hunter’s gun.” 

“ Then what is it? ” asked Scratcho, who had 
also awakened. 

“ It is a lion roaring,” answered Mr. Grabo. 
“ But do not be afraid. He will not come to our 
cave. If he does your mother and I will drive 
him away. For, though a lion can roar louder 
than can we tigers, still we are not afraid of him 
when we are in our cave. Go to sleep now.” 

Then the little tigers turned over on the soft 
leaves of their beds and went to sleep again. 

One morning Mrs. Grabo sat up in the cave, 
and, after she had washed her face with her 
paws, just as your cat does, she awakened 
Snarlie, Scratcho and Whino. 

“ Come, little kittens,” said the mother, “ it is 
time you began to learn some lessons.” 

“ Lessons? ” asked Snarlie. “ What are les- 
sons? ” 

“ Come outside, in front of the cave, and you 


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shall see/' spoke Mrs. Chewo. “ Come, Whino, 
Scratcho, Snarlie! It is time you began to 
learn.” 

So the little tiger kittens, stretching out first 
one paw and then the other, went out into the 
sunshine, on a big, flat rock in front of the cave- 
house. 


CHAPTER II 


HOW SNARLIE PLAYED 

Snarlie’s mother walked slowly up to a tree, 
that grew near the front door of the cave, and, 
reaching up with her long paw, on the end of 
which were her sharp claws, she pulled down a 
long piece of meat that dangled from a low 
branch. 

“ Oh, look ! ” cried Whino. “ I never knew 
that meat grew on trees.” 

“ Nor I,” said Scratcho. 

“ It doesn’t,” spoke Snarlie, with a laugh, for 
tigers and other animals can laugh and talk, 
only in their own way, of course. “ I saw 
mother put that meat up in the tree last night.” 

“ Why did she do it? ” asked Whino. 

“ I don’t know,” answered Scratcho. 

“ I will tell you,” said Mrs. Chewo. “ It was 

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so that if any animals came along they would 
not get this piece of meat. 

“ Of course, if another tiger happened to pass, 
it could climb a tree and take away the meat I 
hid. But there are no other tigers near here, and 
lions cannot climb trees, though they might 
jump up in one. However I did not think any 
lions would pass here, or I would have taken the 
meat in the cave with me. 

“ But it was cooler out here, so I left it, and by 
putting it up in the tree I knew no animals, ex- 
cept those that could climb, could get it. 

“ So that is the first lesson you have to learn. 
If you want to save a bit of meat, put it high up 
in a tree, and very few animals can get it. Now 
for another lesson.” 

Mrs. Chewo stuck her sharp claws in one end 
of the meat, and began to drag it over the 
ground. 

“ Now, Snarlie,” she called, “ you take your 
turn first. See if you can get this piece of meat 
when I am pulling it along.” 

“ Oh, that will be easy,” said Snarlie. ” Just 
you watch me.” 


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25 


He crouched down low, with his four legs 
under him, and his long tail switching from side 
to side, just as your kitten does when she is play- 
ing with a spool of thread which you may drag 
across the floor. 

All the while Mrs. Chewo was pulling the 
piece of meat along. Snarlie watched it, and 
when he thought it was just the right distance 
away for him to get it, he gave a jump through 
the air, and came down with all his claws spread 
out, ready to dig them in the piece of meat. 

“ Ha ! See how easy it is ! ” he cried. 

But something was the matter. For instead 
of landing on the nice piece of meat, which 
smelled very good to hungry Snarlie, he came 
down on the ground, and hurt his claws. 

“ Why, where did that meat go? ” he asked, 
looking around in surprise. 

Scratcho and Whino, the other two tiger kit- 
tens, were laughing at their brother. Mrs. 
Chewo was laughing also. And there, on the 
other side of her, was the piece of meat. Snarlie 
had not even touched it ! 

“ What happened? ” he asked. 


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“ Why, I just pulled the meat away, suddenly, 
when you jumped,” said his mother. “ I wanted 
to see if you would be quick enough to get it. 
Now try again, and watch carefully.” 

Once more she pulled the meat slowly across 
the ground. Snarlie crouched down as before, 
his tail switching, and again he gave a spring 
up in the air and came down. 

“ Now, surely I will have that meat! ” he said. 

But, no. When he looked, there the meat was 
once more on the other side of his mother, who 
was laughing at him. 

“ You must be quicker, Snarlie,” she said. 
“ Remember this is a lesson to you, though it 
may seem like fun. When you little ones grow 
up to be big tigers you will have to be very quick 
in your jumping, or when you go out to hunt 
for fresh meat for yourselves, and you see some 
animal that is good for you to eat, if you do not 
quickly leap on it, why, it will get away from 
you. Just as I pulled the strip of meat away 
now. Try again, Snarlie.” 

Once more Snarlie jumped. This time he 
watched his mother very carefully, and he no- 


How Snarlie Played 


27 


ticed that, just as he was about to give his jump, 
that his mother’s paw moved very quickly, jerk- 
ing the meat away. 

And then Snarlie did a very smart little trick. 

He gave himself a sort of shake, all over, just 
as if he were going to jump, and away his mother 
whisked the meat, over to her other side. Only, 
Snarlie did not jump until the meat had come to 
a stop. 

Then he gave a real jump, not a make-believe 
one, and he came down beside his mother, right 
on top of the meat, into which he stuck his claws 
so it could not be pulled away. 

“ Good, Snarlie ! Good ! ” cried his mother. 
“ That is the time I did not fool you. Instead, 
you fooled me and got the meat. That is what I 
like to see. It shows that you know how to be 
quick. Now I will give you a little piece of the 
meat to eat, and we will let Scratcho try, and see 
how well he can jump.” 

Taking his piece of meat Snarlie went over to 
lie down in the shade to eat it. 

“ Come, Scratcho, it’s your turn ! ” called his 
mother. 


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The other tiger kitten came up, stretching 
himself. 

“ Just you watch how soon I can grab it,” he 
told his sister Whino. “ I won’t be fooled as 
Snarlie was.” 

But the same thing happened to Scratcho that 
had happened to Snarlie. When he jurnped for 
the piece of meat it was not there, for his mother 
pulled it away. Then Scratcho tried the same 
trick that Snarlie had tried, but Mrs. Chewo 
was still too quick for him. 

“ Oh, I’ll never get the meat,” said Scratcho. 
“ I can’t jump fast enough.” 

“ But you must learn,” his father said, as he 
came back from a walk in the jungle. “ You 
will never be a good tiger, able to go after your 
own food, until you can jump on something that 
moves. Now try again.” 

This time Scratcho did better. He managed 
to touch the end of the meat with his claws as 
his mother quickly dragged it to one side. 

“ That is pretty good,” she said, “ but you 
must do better. Try once more.” 

Scratcho did, and this time he landed right on 


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top of the meat with all four paws, the claws 
sticking out sharply. 

“ Good ! ” cried Mr. Grabo, who was watch- 
ing from the doorway of the cave. “ That’s the 
way to jump ! ” 

“ And you shall have a nice bit of the meat 
for yourself, Scratcho,” said Mrs. Chewo. 
“ Then it will be Whino’s turn.” 

While the two little boy tiger kittens were 
chewing the sweet meat in the shade, Whino 
took her lesson. She was quicker than either of 
her brothers, and when she had made three 
jumps she caught the meat her mother was jerk- 
ing across the ground. Then Whino had her 
treat. 

“ You did very well, children,” said the tiger 
mother, after a bit, “ but now let me show you 
how I do it. Papa, you drag the meat for me, 
and I will see if I can get it,” she said. 

Mr. Grabo took a piece of the meat he had 
brought back from the jungle with him, and 
dragged it over the flat rock in front of the cave. 
And, though he dragged it very quickly indeed, 
and though it was a long way off from where 


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Mrs. Chewo crouched, her tail switching from 
side to side, the orange and black striped tiger 
mother gave one big leap through the air. What 
a picture of savage beauty she was, as the jungle 
sun shone on her ! 

And though Mr. Grabo, the big man tiger 
tried to pull the meat out of her way he could 
not. Straight down on it landed the mother 
tiger, and she bit her sharp teeth in it. 

“ Ha ! ” cried Mr. Grabo. “ I did not fool 
you that time ! ” 

“ No, indeed ! ” answered the mother tiger. 

I was too quick for you ! ” 

“ Mother,” asked Snarlie, as he sat up on his 
hind paws, “ shall we ever be able to jump like 
that? ” 

“ Indeed you will,” replied the tiger lady. 
“ When I was as little as you I could jump no 
better than you can. But I kept practicing my 
jumping and leaping lessons until now I am 
called a very good jumper indeed,” and Mrs. 
Chewo was not speaking proudly, either. 

“ Your mother is certainly a good jumper,” 
said Mr. Grabo. “ If that had been a real ani- 


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31 


mal running along, instead of just a piece of 
meat that I was pulling, she would have caught 
it.” 

” And in the jungle it is very needful to catch 
what you jump for,” said Mrs. Chewo. “ For 
if you jump, and miss, you may not get another 
chance. So, children, learn to get what you go 
after. Now we will have another lesson. You 
pull the meat for them, father,” she said to the 
man tiger. 

“ Oh, I’m tired of jumping, I want to play,” 
Snarlie said. “ I want to have some fun.” 

His mother and father looked at him. 

“ Why ! ” exclaimed Mr. Grabo, “ fun is all 
right, of course, and you will have plenty of time 
to play later on. But now you must learn how to 
jump and grab pieces of meat. Otherwise, 
when you grow up to big tigers you will, many 
times, go hungry. Even if you are tired, when 
you live in the jungle you must learn to hunt. 
You will not always have your mother, or me, to 
bring meat to you. Come now, more jumps ! ” 

So, whether or not he liked it, Snarlie had to 
leap through the air after the piece of meat 


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which his father pulled across the ground in 
front of him. 

Just as your kitten crouches and leaps after a 
piece of paper you may tie to a string and pull 
across the room, so Snarlie, Scratcho and Whino 
jumped. 

And they did not find it as easy as when their 
mother had been teaching them. For Mr. 
Grabo pulled the meat very quickly indeed, so 
that even Snarlie, who was the best jumper of 
the three, often came down on the ground in- 
stead of on the meat. 

“ But now you have had enough lessons for 
to-day,” said the father tiger, after a while. 
“ You may have some fun now. Play in front 
of the cave, but do not go far away.” 

So Snarlie and his brother and sister played. 
And though they were wild and savage tiger kit- 
tens, they played in much the same way that 
your kittens or dogs do. They tumbled about 
on the ground, sometimes turning somersaults 
over one another, sometimes standing up on 
their hind legs, as if wrestling, and again run- 


How Snarlie Played 


33 


ning and leaping over logs and stones, one chas- 
ing the other as though playing tag. 

Again one little tiger kitten would hide be- 
hind a big stone, and the others would look for 
him. Then the hidden one would peek out, and 
as the others came along he would cuff them 
with his paw. 

And when Snarlie cuffed, or playfully struck, 
his brother or sister with his paw, he was always 
careful not to let the claws stick out. For the 
claws of a cat or tiger, or other animals like 
cats, can be stuck out of their paws, or drawn 
back as they please. A dog cannot draw his 
claws in, out of the way. His claws stick out all 
the while, and when he runs along the sidewalk 
they make a funny little pitter-patter, clicking- 
clacking sound. 

“ Is that all you did in your jungle — play? ” 
asked Humpo, the camel, of Snarlie, when the 
tiger stretched himself in his cage, having told 
thus far in his story. 

“ No, indeed,” was the answer. “ We did 
many other things. We learned to jump, and 


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how to follow along the jungle trail when we 
smelled something good to eat. 

“ We learned how to go so softly along the 
paths between the trees, and under the green 
vines that no one could hear us. We could 
hardly, ourselves, hear the noise our padded 
paws made. We had to go softly so we could not 
let the other animals hear us.” 

“ What else did you do? ” asked Umboo, the 
elephant. 

” Oh, we learned how to steal quietly down in 
the moonlight to the jungle pool to get drinks 
of water. But even with all we learned it was 
not enough. Some black animals living in the 
jungle called men, were smarter than we tigers. 
One of them caught me as I went to the pool to 
drink one night.” 

“ Caught you? How? ” asked Woo-Uff, the 
lion. “ I was caught myself, but, perhaps, not 
as you were. Tell us about that.” 

“ Yes, tell us,” begged the camel, as he made 
his hump shiver, for a fly was tickling him. 

But, just as Snarlie was about to keep on with 
his story, men began to take down the circus tent. 


How Snarlie Played 


35 


and horses were hitched to the animal cages to 
draw them to the train, so they could be hauled 
to the next city where the show was to be given. 

“ I will tell more of my story to-morrow,” 
said Snarlie. “ I am going to sleep now.” 

Then he curled himself up in a corner of his 
cage, and went to sleep. He had learned to 
slumber even when his cage was moving. 

“ I wish to-morrow would hurry and come,” 
said Horni, the rhinoceros. “ I want to hear 
the rest of Snarlie’s story.” 

“ So do I,” spoke Umboo, the elephant. 


CHAPTER III 


HOW SNARLIE WAS CAUGHT 

“ Boo-urr-wuff ! ” roared the circus lion in 
his cage. “ Boo-urr-uff ! ” 

“ What’s the matter? Has anything hap- 
pened? Has the train run off the track? ” asked 
Nabbo, the blue-faced baboon, who rode on the 
same car with Woo-Uff. 

“ No, but it is morning, and I am hungry. I 
want my breakfast,” answered the lion. “ The 
train has stopped. The circus is at another city, 
and pretty soon we shall be unloaded, I think.” 

And, in a little while, the cages were rolled 
down off the flat cars, and horses, hitched to 
them, pulled them to the circus lot. There were 
many small boys on the lot, waiting to see the 
men put up the tent. 

When the tent was up the animal cages were 
put in a big circle inside of it. Then men came 
around with hay for the elephants, the horses 
and the camels. 


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How Snarlie was Caught 


37 


“ Ah ! How good that hay smells I ” cried 
Humpo. 

“ It doesn’t smell good to me,” said Snarlie, 
the tiger. “ I want to smell meat ! ” 

“ So do I,” said Woo-Uff, the lion. “ And I 
think they are bringing us our meat-breakfast 
now.” 

“ I hope so,” said Snarlie, rising up on his 
hind legs, and resting his front paws against the 
end of his cage, so he could look far down the 
tent. “ Yes, the men are bringing meat,” he 
said. 

“ Good ! ” roared the lion. “ And after break- 
fast, will you tell us the rest of your story, 
Snarlie? ” 

“ Yes,” answered the tiger. 

And so, the animals having eaten, Snarlie told 
them more about himself. 

For about two years Snarlie, Scratcho and 
Whino lived with their mother and father in the 
jungle cave. The little tiger kittens were grow- 
ing every day^ and now, after two years, they 
were nearly full grown. Of course, they would 
get stronger and bigger than they were, but they 


38 Snarlie, the Tiger 


were now quite able to look out for themselves. 

They had practiced jumping until they could 
leap almost as far and as well as their father and 
mother. They had learned to hunt for them- 
selves, catching other animals that tigers have 
to live on in the jungle. Just as your kitten 
learns to catch a running mouse, by first learn- 
ing to leap after a moving piece of paper, so the 
little tiger kittens learned to leap after living 
things. 

Snarlie was allowed to go farther away from 
the cave now, to hunt for himself. Sometimes he 
went with his brother or sister, but more often 
alone. For two tigers, going through the jungle 
together make more noise than one. And when 
a tiger is hunting he must make very little noise. 

One day, in the jungle cave, Snarlie’s mother 
said: 

“ Now, little tigers, I think it is time to see 
what you can do for yourselves. I call you 
‘ little tigers,’ for I love to think of you as when 
you were just like little kittens, though you are 
now quite big. So go forth into the jungle and 
see what you can find to eat. Bring some meat 


How Snarlie was Caught 


39 


home to father and me. We are hungry, and 
though we could go out and get something for 
ourselves, we want to see what you can do.” 

“ I will bring home a little goat,” said Whino, 
stretching out her sharp claws. 

“ And I will bring home a little calf,” said 
Scratcho. “ I know where there are some nice 
fat ones who are tied near a black man’s garden, 
down in the valley.” 

“ Very well,” said his mother, “ but be care- 
ful to see that the black man has no gun to shoot 
you.” 

“ He will not shoot. He is afraid of me,” said 
Scratcho. “ I was down near his place the other 
evening, and when I growled the black man 
was afraid, and ran in his hut.” 

“ What are you going to bring home to the 
cave, Snarlie? ” asked his father. 

“ A big buffalo,” answered Snarlie. “ I know 
where a herd of them are sleeping in the swamp.” 

“ Be careful that a buffalo does not tickle you 
with his sharp horns,” said Mr. Grabo. “ Once 
I was trying to catch one, and I thought it would 
be easy. But it was not. The buffalo turned on 


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Snarlie, the Tiger 


me, and I got such a scratch in my side from his 
sharp horn-tip that I can sometimes feel it yet. 

“ It is well for a boy tiger to be brave and to 
want to get a buffalo but you must also be care- 
ful,” said Mr. Grabo. 

“ I’ll be careful,” promised Snarlie. 

So the three tigers, little kittens no longer, but 
almost full grown, just as a cat is full grown, 
started off through the jungle. Snarlie went one 
way, Scratcho another and Whino, the girl tiger, 
a third way. For there were many paths 
through the jungle — paths that only the wild 
animals knew. 

And now we shall see what happened to 
Snarlie. 

Snarlie was a beautiful tiger, that is, if you call 
a tiger beautiful, as I do. He was about eight 
feet long, from the tip of his nose to the tip of 
his switching, twitching tail, which was hardly 
ever still, even when he was asleep. And 
Snar lie’s fur was marked with stripes and spots 
of black, or very dark brown; while in between 
them his fur was a dark orange, or yellow, in 
color. Yes, Snarlie was a very beautiful tiger. 


How Snarlie was Caught 


41 


At least so thought Singa Dhu, a black man, 
or Indian, who, passing along a jungle trail, 
happened to see Snarlie. Singa Dhu was a 
hunter of wild animals. He did not shoot them 
with a gun. Instead he trapped them for the 
rich kings and princes of India. 

Some of the kings wanted elephants, others 
lions, some leopards and a few, tigers. They 
liked to keep these wild animals in cages to show 
to their friends. 

The elephants were easily tamed, and made to 
pull heavy loads, or carry logs on their tusks, or 
in their trunks. And sometimes the lions, leop- 
ards or tigers were tamed. But this was nearly 
always done when they were caught as baby kit- 
tens, and did not remember much of their wild, 
jungle life. 

“ Ah, there goes a fine tiger! ” thought Singa 
Dhu, as he caught a glimpse of Snarlie slinking 
through the jungle. “ If I could catch him alive 
I could sell him for much money. I must 

try-” 

Singa Dhu was almost as good at going 
quietly through the jungle as were the tigers 


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Snarlie, the Tiger 


themselves. The Indian hunter made very little 
noise. He lifted up one bare foot after the 
other, and set them carefully down on the hard 
path, so that a wild animal’s padded foot was 
scarcely more gentle. 

“ I will find out where that tiger comes to 
drink,” said Singa Dhu to himself, “ and there 
I will set a trap for him. • When I catch him I 
will be kind to him, and try to tame him. A tame 
tiger, as large as he, will be worth much money.” 

The Indian hunter knew how to keep out of 
sight of Snarlie. But if the wind had been blow- 
ing from Singa Dhu to the tiger the animal 
would have smelled him. Like all wild animals, 
Snarlie had a very sharp nose. He could smell 
better than he could see, and much farther. 

So along through the jungle went the Indian 
after the tiger, to learn which paths he took, and 
where was the best place to set the trap. And 
Snarlie never knew Singa Dhu was watching 
him. All Snarlie was thinking of was how to 
catch, and bring home, a big buffalo. 

Carefully going along, the boy tiger came 
finally to the pool, or swamp, where the herd of 


How Snarlie was Caught 


43 


buffalos stayed during the hot day. Some of 
them had waded out into the water, so that only 
their noses were to be seen. 

Others were nearer shore, or were lying down 
in the shade. Snarlie crept up closer, being 
careful to have the wind blowing from the buf- 
falos to him. If it had blown from him to them 
they would have caught the wild animal smell, 
and have run away at once. 

Snarlie crept up until he was quite close to a 
big buffalo, that was lying near the edge of the 
water. 

“ I shall jump on his back and get hold of 
him,” thought the boy tiger. “ Then I shall drag 
him to the cave. Father and mother will see that 
I am a good hunter.” 

Snarlie crouched for a spring, just as he had 
learned to do when his mother dragged the piece 
of meat in front of him. His tail switched from 
side to side. He was eager to leap. 

“ Here I go ! ” said Snarlie to himself, and he 
gave a great jump. 

But, just as he did it one of the buffalos, out 
in the water, saw the leaping tiger. 


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“ Run, brothers ! Run ! ” snorted the watch- 
ing buffalo. “ It is a tiger ! ” 

Up leaped all the buffalos in a great hurry. 
The one Snarlie was just going to jump on rolled 
'to one side, for that was how he could best get 
out of the way. 

Snarlie tried to hold himself back, but he was 
flying through the air. He saw that he was go- 
ing to miss. And, instead of coming down on 
the buffalo, the tiger came down in the water. 

“ Splash ! ” went Snarlie into the swampy 
puddle, just as you might fall down on your way 
from school. 

“ Run, brothers ! Run ! ” cried the watching 
buffalo, and they all quickly ran deeper into the 
jungle, out of sight. 

“ Oh dear! How unlucky I am! ” thought 
Snarlie. “ Now I shall have to run after them.” 

He splashed and swam his way to shore. 
Snarlie, like most tigers, was not afraid of water, 
and he was a good swijmmer, though he did not 
care so much for it as some animals do. 

Across a narrow part of the swamp swam 
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ran after the buffalos. Faster and faster he ran, 
until he could see them crashing through the 
trees and bushes. 

And then, when the tiger was quite close, all 
of a sudden, a great, big buffalo, the last one of 
the herd, turned and faced Snarlie. 

“ What do you want? ” asked the big bull buf- 
falo. 

“ I want one of you to bring home to the cave 
for dinner,” answered Snarlie. 

“ Well, you’re not going to have one of us — 
not one ! ” grunted the buffalo. “ Be off now, 
before I give you a dig in the ribs with my sharp 
horns.” 

Snarlie growled. He crouched down ready 
to spring, but the buffalo lowered his head, and 
his horns pointed straight at Snarlie. 

“ If I jump now, I will land on those sharp 
points and be hurt,” thought the tiger. ‘‘ I guess 
I had better wait. Perhaps, later on, I can get 
a smaller buffalo, who will not be so mean as to 
want to stick his horns in me.” 

“ Be off! Run away! ” grunted the big buf- 
falo, and Snarlie turned back on the jungle path. 


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Snarlie, the Tiger 


He waited a while, and then kept on after the 
herd again. But, each time he came too near, 
the big bufifalo would turn and point his horns 
at the tiger. 

Finally Snarlie saw that he was getting too far 
away from his cave home. 

“ I must go back,” he thought to himself. 
“ Some other day I will get a buffalo.” 

On his way back Snarlie looked for some ani- 
mal he might spring on, and catch, but he saw 
none. And he came home without anything to 
eat. But Scratcho had caught a fine calf, and 
Whino had a goat. 

“ Why, Snarlie, what happened to you? ” 
asked his mother. “ You are all wet! ” 

“ I fell in the swamp while trying to jump on 
a buffalo. But he got away from me. Never 
mind, I shall catch one to-morrow,” answered 
Snarlie. 

The next day Snarlie set out again into the 
jungle to hunt. And once more Singa Dhu saw 
him. This time the Indian trapper of wild ani- 
mals watched where Snarlie stopped to get a 
drink of water at the jungle pool. 


How Snarlie was Caught 


47 


“There is where I shall set my trap,” said 
Singa Dhu. 

But, though Snarlie hunted all over he could 
find no buffalos this day. Nor could he find 
anything else, so he came back to the cave a sec- 
ond time without anything to eat, and he had to 
share what his brother and sister had caught. 

“ You must do better than this,” said Mr. 
Grabo. “ You will never be a good hunter if 
you do not catch something, Snarlie.” 

“ I will surely get something to-day ! ” said 
Snarlie, when he started out the next morning. 

Through the jungle crept the boy tiger. Now 
and then he lifted his head and sniffed the air. 
He was trying to find the smell of buffalo. But 
they seemed to have gone away. Then, all at 
once, Snarlie smelled something he knew was 
good to eat. 

“ It is not buffalo, but it is goat,” he said. “ If 
I cannot catch a buffalo I must catch a goat. 
I’ll get this one ! ” 

Snarlie walked around until the goat smell 
came more plainly to him, and the wind was 
blowing in his face. Then he knew the goat 


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could not smell him, for the wind was blowing 
toward the tiger. Nearer and nearer crept 
Snarlie. Now he could hear, through the trees, 
a voice crying: 

“ Baa-a ! Baa-a ! Baa-a ! ” 

“ That is the goat bleating,” whispered 
Snarlie. “ This time I will not go back to the 
cave without something to eat.” 

Nearer and nearer he crept. Now he could 
see the goat. It was a small one, and was fas- 
tened to a stake driven into the ground. 

“ Ha ! It cannot get away from me now I ” 
thought Snarlie. 

The striped tiger crouched on the ground. 
His tail switched from side to side. His eyes 
glittered. Finally he gave a spring for the goat. 
He landed right on top of him, and rolled over, 
but before Snarlie could catch the goat in his 
claws something happened. 

The tiger felt himself sinking down, as he had 
sunk down in the water. Only this time he went 
down more quickly. Right down he fell, 
through a pile of leaves and grass, and the next 
thing Snarlie knew he was fast in a big box. He 


How Snarlie was Caught 


49 


had jumped into a cage when he jumped at the 
goat. The cage, sunk down in a hole in the 
ground, which hole was covered with leaves and 
grass, was right in front of the goat. The goat 
jumped to one side and was not caught, but 
Snarlie was. 

“ Oh dear ! ” cried Snarlie. “ Tm caught in a 
trap! The goat was put there on purpose to 
make me jump into a trap. What shall I do? ” 


CHAPTER IV 


SNARLIE AND THE PRINCESS 

Snarlie had never been caught in a trap be- 
fore. He had always been able to run and jump 
about, just as he pleased, either in his cave-home 
or in the big jungle. Now he was in a box, or 
cage, down in a hole in the ground. The box 
was made of small, round sticks of wood, but 
they were fastened so closely together that 
Snarlie could not get even a paw between them, 
to say nothing of his head. 

must get out of here! I must get out! ” 
cried Snarlie, and he growled and snarled and 
made all manner of queer noises deep down in 
his throat. And Snarlie did more than that. He 
jumped around, as well as he could in the cage. 
He struck at the bars with his paws, he clawed 
off splinters of wood and he bit and chewed the 

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51 


sticks. But it was of no use. Though the tiger 
could break off some bits of wood, he could not 
break off enough to get out. 

“ Oh, this is terrible! ” thought Snarlie, in his 
tiger way. “ I don’t know what to do. What 
will the folks in the cave think when I do not 
come home with something to eat? I surely 
thought I was going to get that nice, fat goat. 
But, instead, I am in a cage myself.” 

Snarlie jumped around some more. He bit 
and scratched and clawed. But it was all of no 
use. He could not get loose. Then he heard a 
noise over his head. He looked up, toward the 
top of the hole in which his cage was, and he 
saw a black man looking down at him. It was 
the animal trapper, Singa Dhu, though Snarlie 
did not then know his name. 

“ Ah ha! ” said Singa Dhu, looking down at 
the tiger. “ So I have caught you ; have I? But 
do not be afraid, pretty striped one. I am not 
going to hurt you. I will be kind to you, for I 
want you to become gentle and good. Then I 
can sell you for much money to those who may 
train you to do tricks. So be quiet. Do not 


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jump about so hard, for you cannot get out. I 
have made the cage good and strong.” 

Snarlie, of course, did not understand all that 
Singa Dhu said. But the tiger soon came to 
know that he could not get out of the cage. The 
more he jumped about the more he hurt himself. 
Once he bumped the end of his nose very hard. 
And the nose of a tiger is his most soft and tender 
place, just as it is in a bear, or other wild animal. 

“ Ouch ! ” exclaimed Snarlie to himself, as 
he felt the pain in his nose. “ I won’t do that 
again. I guess I’ll lie down and think what is 
best to do. Maybe when that black man goes 
away I can get out.” 

So Snarlie lay down on the bottom of his cage. 
He was very tired from jumping about so much, 
and he was frightened, too. His heart was beat- 
ing very fast. 

“ Ah, that is better,” said Singa Dhu, as he 
once more looked down at the tiger. “ Now I 
shall lift you out of the pit, and take you home 
with me. After a while you will be good, and I 
shall sell you.” 

Singa Dhu gave a loud call, and more black 


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53 


men came running out of the jungle. They had 
been hiding in the bushes, but Snarlie had not 
seen them, nor had he seen Singa Dhu, for the 
boy tiger had been too anxious to get the goat. 
Had he been older he would have been more 
careful, and perhaps he would have smelled 
danger. 

However, he was caught, and now he won- 
dered what would next happen to him. Singa 
Dhu, with the men to help him, lifted the cage, 
with Snarlie in it, up out of the pit. Then they 
stuck long poles through it, and, putting them 
on their shoulders, they carried the tiger through 
the jungle. 

Poor Snarlie looked between the bars of his 
cage. He could see the trees on either side of 
the jungle path. He could see the thick bushes, 
through which he used to creep when playing 
with Scratcho, his brother, and Whino, his sis- 
ter. He could see, here and there, little pools of 
water, and now he was so thirsty that he wanted 
a drink very much. 

On and on through the jungle Singa Dhu and 
his black men carried the tiger. Pretty soon 


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they came to a place where there were some 
houses made of tree branches, and big leaves. If 
you had seen them you would have, perhaps, 
thought them sort of playhouses, such as boys 
sometimes make in the woods. But they were 
real houses, in which lived Singa Dhu and his 
friends. They thought them very nice, and they 
were the best kind of a house for the jungle coun- 
try, for they were shady and cool. 

“ Set Snarlie down here,” said Singa Dhu, 
and the men put the cage down in front of the 
houses, in an open place where the trees had 
been cut down. “ Now I will give him water to 
drink, and meat to eat,” went on the black ani- 
mal trapper. “ He must be hungry and thirsty.” 

Some meat was put in Snarlie’s cage, but at 
first he felt so badly at being caught that he 
would not even smell it. Then some water was 
put where he could get it. And because his 
tongue was so hot, and because he was so tired 
and thirsty, Snarlie could not help taking a 
drink. Oh ! how good it tasted to him. 

“ Now eat the meat, little tiger,” said Singa 


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55 


Dhu, in a kind voice. “ Eat the meat and you 
will feel better.” 

Somehow, Snarlie felt that the black man was 
going to be kind to him, though the tiger had 
been told by his father and mother that all men 
were dangerous to wild animals, and that he 
must never go near them. 

“ But I am caught in the cage, and I can’t get 
away from this man, so, I must eat,” thought 
Snarlie, and so, going over to the piece of meat 
he began to chew it. 

“It tasted good, too! Very good!” said 
Snarlie, when he was telling his story to the other 
animals in the circus tent. 

“ I guess it must have,” said Woo-Uff, the lion. 
“ I was caught in much the same way, and at 
first I would not eat. But, go on, Snarlie. Tell 
us what next happened to you.” 

And Snarlie told on. 

When he had eaten the meat, and taken some 
more water, he felt better, even though he was in 
the cage. He stretched out, and he was so tired 
that he went to sleep. And when he awakened, 
at first, he could not remember where he was. 


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“Scratcho! Whino! Where are you?” 
Snarlie called to his brother and sister, thinking 
they must be somewhere about. 

“ Come, come ! Let me out of this cage ! ” he 
went on. “ What trick is this you have played 
on me? Father! Mother! Make Scratcho and 
Whino let me out ! ” 

For sometimes when the tiger kittens had fun 
together in the jungle, they had played tricks on 
one another. Snarlie, for a moment, thought 
this had happened. 

Up he jumped, and once more he bit and 
clawed at the bars of his cage. Then he found 
he could not get out, and he remembered what 
had happened. 

“Oh, Fm caught!” he thought sadly. “I 
shall never again be able to go back to the dear 
jungle, or to the cave-house. Never again! ” 

Then Snarlie was sad in his heart, and he lay 
down on the bottom of the cage, and put his head 
between his paws. If he had been a little boy or 
girl he would have cried, for he was really home- 
sick. Animals do get homesick, you know. If 
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you remember how glad he was to get back 
home again? 

For several days Snarlie was kept in the cage, 
and every day Singa Dhu came to him with nice 
meat and fresh water. At first Snarlie used to 
growl when the black man came near his cage. 
But, after a while, the tiger came to know that 
the trapper would not hurt him, and that he 
would be kind to him, and give him food. 

“ Now we will see if you will take a piece of 
meat off this stick I hold,” said the black man, 
one day. “ Come, it will not hurt you.” 

Singa Dhu put into Snarlie’s cage a stick with 
a piece of meat on tKe end of it. At first the tiger 
was afraid of the stick, but he was hungry, so 
he took the meat. Then he found that the stick 
would not hurt him. Every day after that, for 
a week, he was fed from the end of the stick 
Singa Dhu held. 

“ Now we will see if you take a bit of meat 
from my hand, and not bite me, little tiger,” said 
Singa Dhu, one day. “ See, I will not hurt you.” 
He held out his hand, in which was a nice piece 
of meat. Snarlie smelled of it. It was the same 


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good sort of meat he had been eating ever since 
he had been caught. Then he smelled of the 
man’s hand. It did not seem to smell of danger, 
though Snarlie had been told, by his father and 
mother, that all men were dangerous. 

“ I will eat the meat,” said Snarlie to himself. 
And he did. 

“ Ha! Good, little tiger! ” cried Singa Dhu. 
“ Now we shall be friends! We shall get along 
nicely together.” 

And while the tiger was eating the meat the 
black man put his hand in between the bars of 
the cage and began rubbing Snarlie’s head. 

“Ha! What is that? ” thought Snarlie. “I 
never felt a touch like that before. It is different 
from the stroke of the paw of my father or 
mother, and it is not like my mother’s rough 
tongue, with which she used to wash me when I 
was a baby. Still it is not so bad. I think I like 
it.” 

And so Snarlie went on eating, and Singa 
Dhu stroked and patted him, scratching him 
under the ears, just as you pet your kitten or dog. 

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now quite good friends. Every day Singa Dhu 
would feed and water the tiger, and pat him. 
One day some men came in from the jungle with 
another tiger they had caught. Snarlie heard 
him growling, and jumping about in his cage. 

“ Ha ! Perhaps that is my brother Scratcho, 
or my sister Whino, they have caught,” thought 
Snarlie. “ I will not be so lonesome if it is. Or 
it may be my father or mother, though I think 
they are too wise to be caught in a trap.” 

It was none of Snarlie’s folk, however, but a 
strange tiger. My, how he growled! 

“ Why don’t you be quiet? ” asked Snarlie, in 
tiger language. 

“ Because I want to get out ! ” cried the other 
tiger. “ I’m going to break out! ” 

“ You can’t,” Snarlie said. “ I wanted to get 
out at first, but I could not. Now I rather like it 
here. I get my meals every day, and all the 
water I want, and I do not have to hunt through 
the jungle, and be always on the watch, for fear 
a lion may spring on me. You will get to like it 
here.” 

“ No, never ! ” cried the other tiger. 


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But after a time he became quiet, and he 
learned to eat from the trapper’s hand as Snarlie 
had done. Snarlie was beginning to like Singa 
Dhu now. He found that the black man was 
kind to him, and the tiger soon began to watch 
for the trapper’s coming. For every time Singa 
Dhu passed the tiger’s cage he either gave him 
something to eat, or he patted or rubbed him. 
Snarlie liked that. 

“ Now for something new,” said Singa Dhu, 
one day. “ You have been such a good little 
tiger that I think I can let you out of the 
cage.” 

Some of the bars were slipped out of the way. 
Snarlie felt something being put around his 
neck. He did not mind for he was eating a bit 
of meat at the time. And Singa Dhu kept pat- 
ting him. Then more bars of the cage were 
slipped aside, and there was a hole large enough 
for Snarlie to come out. 

“ Ha! At last I am to be free! ” thought the 
tiger. “ I can go back to my nice jungle and 
my cave-home.” 

He rushed out of the cage, but he could not 


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go far. There was the rattle of a chain, and 
Snarlie felt something tighten about his neck. 

He had on a collar of leather, to which a chain 
was fast, and the chain was caught around a 
tree that grew near the cage. So Snarlie was 
not free after all. 

“ Oh dear! ” he thought, when he found he 
could not run off into the green jungle. “ This 
is too bad again I ” 

“ Ha! You would not run away and leave 
me; would you, little tiger? ” asked Singa Dhu. 
“ I would be lonesome without you, though soon 
I must part with you, anyhow. But do not go 
away yet.” 

Indeed, Snarlie could not have gone away had 
he wished, for the chain was too strong for him 
to break. So he sat down on the ground. Any- 
how, it was something to be out of his cage, 
and where he could walk about, and have more 
room. Singa Dhu brought him a piece of meat, 
and the tiger was almost happy. 

Every day, for a week, after that, Snarlie was 
let out of his cage for a while. Sometimes he 
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he was shut up. And then one day, when he had 
become quite gentle, and would follow Singa 
Dhu, who led him about by the chain, something 
new happened to Snarlie. 

He was put into the cage, the bars were closed, 
and once more the black men carried him on 
poles over their shoulders through the woods. 

“ I wonder if I am to be let go back to my dear 
jungle? ” thought Snarlie. Singa Dhu, looking 
at him, must have known of what the tiger was 
thinking, for he said: 

“ You are going to live with a princess, 
Snarlie.” 

“ I know what a princess is,” said Umboo, the 
elephant, as he picked up some hay from a pile 
between his feet, while Snarlie paused in his 
story-telling to get a drink of water in his circus 
cage. 

“ What is it? ” asked Humpo, the camel. 
“ On the sandy desert where I came from there 
were no such animals as a princess.” 

“ A princess is not an animal — at least not 
such as we,” spoke the big elephant. “ A prin- 
cess is a little girl, the daughter of a king. I 


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know, for in India I once belonged to a king, 
and he had a little princess, who rode on my 
back. I used to rock her in her cradle under the 
trees, and keep the flies away with a big leaf.” 

“ Yes, that is what a princess is,” said Snarlie, 
as he went on with his story. “ And Singa Dhu 
took me to where this princess lived with her 
father, the king.” 

In India there are many kings, princes and 
princesses, though they do not live in what you 
would call palaces. It is to them, perhaps, a 
palace, but to us it would be just a house, though 
inside there might be many beautiful things. 

The black man carried Snarlie in the cage up 
to where the king lived. The king was dark 
chocolate-colored, just as was Singa Dhu. As 
the trapper’s men walked up the path toward the 
Indian king’s palace, a little girl came running 
down the steps, her hair flying in the wind. 

“ Oh, is that my pet tiger? ” she asked, with 
a laugh that showed her white teeth. 

“ Yes, this is Snarlie,” answered Singa Dhu. 
“ Snarlie, this is the princess Toto. You belong 


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to her now. Be good, as you were with me, for 
she will be kind to you, as I was.” 

“ Oh, what a beautiful tiger ! ” cried Princess 
Toto. “ May I pat him with my hand? ” 

“ I think so,” answered Singa Dhu. “ Snarlie, 
are you going to be good, and let Princess Toto 
pet you? You will not bite her; will you? ” 

“ Did you bite her? ” eagerly asked Woo-Uff, 
the lion. But, before Snarlie could answer, men 
came in to move the animal cages, for the circus 
was going on to the next city. 


CHAPTER V 

SNARLIE IN THE PALACE 

The rumbling circus wagons came to a stop. 
They were wheeled inside the animal tent. 
Keepers came around with hay for the elephants 
and horses, and meat for the lions and tigers. 
Soon the show would begin. Off in another tent 
the band was playing. 

“ Now, Snarlie,” said Woo-Uff, the lion, “ you 
can go on with your story. Once more we can 
rest while the circus stays here. I don’t like 
being jiggled and joggled in the wagon, and on 
the cars.” 

“ Do, Snarlie,” said Umboo, the elephant. 
“ Tell us about the princess.” 

“You didn’t bite her; did you?” asked 
Humpo, the camel. “ I never saw a princess, 
that I know of, but I don’t think I would bite 
one.” 


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“ Nor did I,” said Snarlie. “ When Toto put 
her hand in my cage her fingers were so soft and 
gentle that I loved her at once.” 

“ Oh, Singa Dhu ! See what a nice tiger he 
is ! ” cried Princess Toto. “ He lets me rub 
him.” 

“ He is a good tiger,” spoke the trapper. “ He 
is the nicest tiger I ever caught in my traps, and 
I have caught many. He will let you lead him 
around by the chain, like a dog.” 

“ Oh, I am so glad ! ” cried the little Indian 
girl, clapping her hands. For, though she was 
a princess she was just like most other children. 

“ I will stay with you a few days, Princess 
Toto, and see that Snarlie acts nicely,” said 
Singa Dhu. “ Then I will leave him with you, 
and go back to the jungle to catch more lions 
and tigers.” 

And so Snarlie came to live in a palace. It 
was a large stone building, not very high, though 
it had many rooms in it. In one part lived Prin- 
cess Toto with her mother, and women to wait 
on them. And it was to this part of the palace 
that Snarlie was taken. 


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There was a yard, with a stone wall around it, 
and in the middle a fountain of water spouted 
up, making a pleasant, splashing sound. 

“ Couldn’t I give Snarlie a drink? ” asked 
Princess Toto. 

“ Yes, I think so,” answered Singa Dhu. 
“ He must be thirsty after being shut up in his 
cage so long. You may give him some water.” 

The bars were slipped up, and Snarlie came 
out. He could not run away for the chain held 
him fast. Anyhow, Snarlie did not think of run- 
ning away now. He was beginning to feel 
happy where he was. Besides, he was thirsty, 
and he wanted to drink at the fountain. Singa 
Dhu led him over to it, and Princess Toto put 
one hand on the chain. Snarlie, knowing he 
was in a strange place, looked all about, and 
sniffed. But he could smell no danger, so he 
knew it was all right. 

“ Oh, see him drink! What a big red tongue 
he has ! ” cried Princess Toto, in delight, as 
Snarlie lapped up the water from the fountain 
basin. “ Let me hold him all by myself, Singa 
Dhu.” 


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The trapper gave the chain into the hand of 
the little princess, and she held it while Snarlie 
drank. Singa Dhu stood near, to be ready, in 
case the tiger should run away, to catch him. 
But Snarlie had no idea of doing that. He 
drank as much water as he wished, and then he 
stretched out his paws and put out his claws. 

“ Oh, see what big claws he has! ” cried Prin- 
cess Toto. “ Look, Azrial ” she cried to her 
nurse. “ See Snarlie’s claws I ” 

“ Yes, they would be bad claws if he scratched 
you,” said Azria. 

“ Snarlie will not scratch,” spoke Singa Dhu, 
“ he is almost tame now.” 

Into the courtyard came a tall man with a 
white turban, or cap, on his head. Over his 
shoulders was a cloak, covered with gold threads. 

“ See, father, what a nice tiger I have ! ” cried 
Princess Toto, and she led Snarlie up to the man, 
to whom Singa Dhu bowed low. 

“ Is that the tiger? ” asked the father of the 
princess. 

“ It is. King Modah,” was the answer. “ This 
is the tiger you told me to bring to the princess.” 


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“ And is he a kind and gentle beast? ” 

“ As much so as any wild animal. He will 
love those who are kind to him.” 

“ Then he must love Princess Toto, for she is 
kind to all.” 

“ I am sure of that,” said Singa Dhu. “ I will 
stay a few days, until Snarlie knows her ways, 
and the ways at the palace here. But I think he 
will give no trouble.” 

And Snarlie did not. He liked Princess Toto 
at once, for her hand was soft and gentle on his 
back, and he loved to have her rub his ears. In 
a few days the princess could lead the tiger all 
about the palace with her, and on the grounds 
outside. Some of the men and women servants 
in the palace were afraid of the big, striped 
beast, but Toto only laughed at them. 

” See, he will not hurt you ! ” cried the little 
princess, laughing merrily. “ He is so good 
and gentle ! ” And she put her hand down near 
Snarlie’s big mouth, which had in it such sharp, 
white teeth. But Snarlie never offered to bite. 
He had become quite tame now, and, though 
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they were not as bad as he had thought — or at 
least those whom he knew were not. For they 
brought him meat, and he did not have to crawl 
mile after mile through the jungle looking for it. 

“ Well, I will go back to the jungle now,” said 
Singa Dhu, one day. “ You can do as much 
with Snarlie as I can. Princess Toto. He will 
stay with you all right now, and mind you. But 
be kind to him.” 

“I will,” promised the little girl. “And I 
will teach him some tricks.” 

And a few days after that, when the trapper 
had gone back to the jungle forest to catch more 
wild animals, Toto began teaching Snarlie a 
trick. It was an easy one. 

The princess had a soft leather ball which she 
used to toss to and fro with Azria, her nurse. 

“ But now that I have a pet tiger I will play 
ball with him,” said Princess Toto. In India, 
and other lands far away from where you live, 
kings often have wild animals for pets, and buy 
them for their children. Some have lions, some 
leopards, some elephants and others tigers. A 
pet elephant is not as easy to have around with 


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one as is a pet tiger, for an elephant is so large. 
But they are easily tamed. 

“ Come, Snarlie, we will have a game of 
ball ! ” called Toto to the tiger. She led him out 
into the courtyard, where the big fountain was 
splashing. Then she took the chain off Snarlie’s 
collar. 

“ Oh, you must not do that ! ” cried old Azria. 
“ No!” 

“ Why not? ” asked Toto. 

“ Because he will run away and bite some 
one.” 

“ No, you will not; will you, Snarlie? ” asked 
the princess, and she put her arms around 
Snarlie’s neck, and rubbed her cheek on his soft 
fur. 

“ I am not going to be so foolish as to run 
away now,” said Snarlie to himself. “ It is too 
nice here, with plenty to eat and all the cool 
water I want to drink. Indeed I’ll not run 
away.” 

And so, when Princess Toto took off his chain 
Snarlie just sat there as though he had been used 
to that sort of thing all his life. 


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“ Now, catch the ball ! ” cried the little girl. 
She threw it toward Snarlie. He looked at it 
coming, but, of course, he did not know what to 
do with it, for, in the jungle he had never seen 
anything like that. Though when the ball fell 
on the stone flags at his feet, he put out his paw 
and rolled it to one side, just as your kitten rolls 
a spool of thread on the floor. 

“ Oh, see, Azria ! ” cried the princess. 
“ Snarlie will soon learn to play ball with me ! 
Now we will try again ! ” 

She tossed the ball once more to the tiger. 
This time, when he saw it coming, Snarlie rose 
up on his hind legs and the ball hit him on the 
nose. 

“ Ouch! ” thought Snarlie. “ That is going 
to hurt.” 

But it did not, for the ball was soft. It 
bounded off Snarlie’s nose and splashed into the 
fountain basin. 

‘‘ Oh dear I My ball is gone I ” cried Princess 
Toto. 


CHAPTER VI 


HOW SNARLIE RAN AWAY 

Snarlie looked first at the leather ball float- 
ing in the fountain basin, and then at Princess 
Toto. On the face of the little girl there was a 
look the tiger had not seen before. It was a look 
of sadness. Toto was sorry that her nice, red 
ball had gone in the water. 

Just how Snarlie knew this I cannot say. But 
in a second he had jumped into the big fountain 
basin, splashing the water all over, some even 
on Toto and Azria, her nurse. Snarlie caught 
the ball in his mouth, and out he jumped again. 
He trotted over to the little princess, and laid 
the wet ball at her feet. 

“ Oh, what a good tiger you are, Snarlie! ” 
cried Princess Toto. “ You got my ball back 
for me. I did not know that you would go in 
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the water. Come! That is a better trick than 
playing ball. I wonder if you will do it again? ” 

Princess Toto threw the ball into the fountain 
basin once more, on purpose this time. Snarlie 
looked at her, and at the ball, and then he gave 
another big splash into the water, after the round, 
red leather. 

“ Oh, isn’t that fun ! ” cried Toto. “ I must 
call my father to see how Snarlie gets the ball 
out of the water.” 

And when the tiger had brought the ball to the 
little girl again, she sent Azria to call the king, 
who came smiling into the courtyard, to see his 
little daughter make the big tiger do a trick. 

“ He seems to like it,” said King Modah. 

And, indeed, Snarlie did like the water. 
Often, in the jungle, he and his brother and sis- 
ter, had gone in swimming. Tigers are about 
the only animals of the cat family that like bath- 
ing. Bears, of course, are fond of it, and a Polar 
bear just loves to swim in ice water, but other 
“ cats ” do not. 

Once more Toto tossed the ball into the 
fountain, and before bringing it out to her 


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Snarlie swam around the big basin two or three 
times. For the day was hot, and the water was 
cool. 

Princess Toto laughed, and clapped her 
brown hands to see the swimming tiger, and 
some of her brothers and sisters came from other 
parts of the palace to look on. 

Then Snarlie jumped out and shook himself, 
as does a dog who goes into the water to bring 
back the stick you threw in for him. When the 
striped tiger had dried his fur in the sun, Toto 
took her red ball again, and tossed it to him. 
But this time she did it far enough away from 
the fountain so that the ball would not go in. 

“ Catch the ball, Snarlie ! ” cried the little 
girl, and the tiger would rise up on his hind legs 
and let the ball hit him on the nose, for it did not 
hurt, being very soft. 

“ But I want you to catch the ball in your 
mouth, not to hit it with your nose,” said Prin- 
cess Toto, laughing. 

“ See, I will show you,” she said. And, know- 
ing Snarlie was gentle, and would not hurt her, 
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the ball between his teeth. “ That’s the way to 
do it ! ” cried the little girl. “ Catch the ball in 
your mouth ! ” 

After a while Snarlie understood what Toto 
wanted him to do. Then, when he sat up like a 
dog, and she threw the ball to him, he caught it 
in his mouth, instead of hitting it with his nose. 

“That’s the way to do it!” cried Princess 
Toto, in delight. “ Now bring it to me.” 

It took Snarlie a little longer to learn that, but 
finally he did. Of course, he could not throw the 
ball back to Toto, though he might have learned 
to hold it in his sharp claws if he had been 
taught. He did learn to roll it across the stone- 
paved courtyard by hitting it with his paw, and 
this was almost like throwing it. 

Princess Toto loved Snarlie very much. It 
might seem strange to you to have a tiger for a 
pet, but you must remember that tigers were 
plentiful in that part of India, and though only 
a few of them were caught, and tamed, still, to 
Toto, it was not strange to have one in the palace. 
She liked him better than a dog, and even bet- 


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ter than her father’s elephants, though some of 
them were very tame and gentle. 

For nearly a year Snarlie lived with Toto in 
the palace. And then, one day he ran away. 
I’ll tell you how it happened. 

When Toto’s birthday came her father said: 

“ Toto, as a little treat for you, and because 
you are going to be ten years old next week, we 
will go on a journey to see your grandmother, 
who lives some miles away.” 

“ Oh, that will be lovely ! ” cried Toto, in the 
Indian language, which she spoke. “ How are 
we going? ” 

“ On the backs of elephants. We have to 
travel part of the journey through the jungle, 
and it will be easy for the big elephants to push 
their way through the trees and vines. You will 
ride in a little house on the back of an elephant. 
Azria, your nurse, will ride with you, and your 
mother and I will go ahead, on another ele- 
phant.” 

“ And may I take Snarlie with me? ” asked 
Toto. “ I am sure my grandmother will like to 
see him, and watch him play ball with me.” 


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“ Well, perhaps she would,” said King 
Modah, “ but I do not see how we are going to 
take him, unless you shut him up again in the 
cage in which Singa Dhu brought him; and 
Snarlie would not like that.” 

“ No, and I would not like to shut him up in 
the cage,” said Toto. “ But could he not ride 
in the little house on the elephant’s back with 
me? There is room, for Azria is not large. 
And Snarlie and the elephant are friends. I 
took my pet tiger out to the elephant paddock 
the other day, and none of them were afraid, nor 
was Snarlie.” 

“ Well, in that case, perhaps your tiger may 
ride with you,” said the king, “ though it is not 
often that elephants and tigers are friends. But 
we shall see.” 

The day for the journey to Toto’s grand- 
mother came, and the little princess, with some 
of her brothers and sisters, and her father and 
mother, made ready for the elephant ride 
through the jungle. 

“ You are to come with me, Snarlie,” said 
Toto, who talked to the tiger just as you would 


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to your dog or cat. And I think Snarlie under- 
stood just as much of what Toto said to him, as 
your pets do when you speak to them. 

Snarlie now followed Toto all over, even with- 
out being led by the chain, though his collar was 
kept on him. When it came time to start he 
jumped into the little house on the elephant’s 
back. The little house, called a “ howdah ”, had 
soft cushions and rugs in it, and overhead was a 
sort of umbrella, to give shade from the sun. 

On the head of each elephant, in front of the 
little house, sat the driver, or “ mahout ”, as he 
is called. He told the elephant which path to 
take. 

“ Well, Snarlie and I are all ready ! ” called 
Toto. “ You may start now. Daddy ! ” 

You see, even though Toto lived in far-off 
India, she called her father Daddy, or a word 
which meant the same thing. 

Off started the elephants. In front was the one 
with King Modah and his wife, and next came 
Toto, with Snarlie and Azria, the old nurse. 
Azria, at first, had been afraid of Snarlie, but 
now she liked him, and he liked her. 


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Soon the elephants were crashing their way 
through the jungle, which grew thickly on both 
sides of the path. The trees and bushes were 
heavy and green, but the big creatures easily 
pushed their way through, even where the path 
was overgrown. 

Snarlie looked all about him, putting his fore 
paws up on the edge of the little house on the 
elephant’s back. The striped tiger saw the 
jungle, which was like the one where he had 
once lived in the cave. He smelled the green 
smell — the smell of other animals in the jungle. 
He could smell them, though he could not see 
them. 

“ Ah, this is like old times! ” thought Snarlie. 
“ How well I remember crawling on my stom- 
ach under the tangled vines to get a drink of 
water, or something to eat. I wonder if I would 
like to do it again? ” 

Then he looked at Princess Toto. He felt her 
little hand stroking his head, and he thought: 

“ No, I guess I would not like to live in the 
jungle again. It is best to be a tame tiger.” 

And then something happened. 


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Ofif to one side Snarlie heard a voice calling. 
To Toto and the others the voice sounded only 
like some wild animal crying. It was a sort of 
growl, and Azria started up and cried: 

“ It is another tiger.” 

“ Have no fear ! ” said the mahout, on the 
elephant’s head. “ I have a big, sharp spear, and 
if a wild tiger comes I will drive him away.” 

But though the sound was only a growl to the 
others, to Snarlie it meant something. This is 
what he heard, spoken in tiger language : 

“ Ah ha! I see you, tame tiger that you are, 
up on the elephant’s back! Why do you not 
jump down, and come to play with me in the 
jungle? ” 

“ Because it is nice up here,” said Snarlie in 
answer, and to Toto it only sounded as though 
he growled and whined, though he was speaking 
to another tiger. 

“ Be nice, Snarlie,” begged the little princess. 
“ We will soon be at my grandma’s house, and 
you shall have good meat to eat.” 

Again sounded the voice of the other tiger, 


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hidden somewhere along the jungle path, though 
he could not be seen because of the vines. 

“ Come into the jungle with me, Snarlie,” he 
invited. “ We can slink along under the bushes. 
I know where there is some fresh meat, and a 
pool of good water. Come, we will have good 
times together in the jungle. You will not have 
to do tricks, nor catch a red ball, with a little 
girl. Come, and together we will scare a big 
lion, who lives in the rocks not far off.” 

“ Ha ! That would be fun ! ” said Snarlie. 
“ I have always wanted to scare a lion. They 
roar so you would think that nothing would 
scare them.” 

“ This lion will roar with fear when you and I 
growl at him,” said the other tiger. “ Come 
along, and have some jungle fun.” 

Whether or not Snarlie was tired of living in 
the palace, and having his meals brought to him, 
instead of hunting for them himself, I cannot 
say. It may be that he thought he would go off 
and have a good time as he used to, with his 
sister and brother, and that after a bit he would 
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and cats that ran away from nice homes for no 
reason at all. Sometimes they came back, and 
sometimes they did not. 

At any rate Snarlie listened to the other tiger 
calling: 

“ Come into the jungle and have some fun ! ” 

“ All right, I will,” Snarlie answered. 

Then over the edge of the little house, down 
off the elephant’s back jumped Snarlie, the tiger. 
Down into the jungle he leaped. 

“ I am coming! ” he called to the other tiger, 
of whom he had had a peep behind a big bush. 
“ I am coming I ” 

“ Good ! ” cried the other tiger, whose name 
was Sharp-Tooth. “ Now for some good 
times I ” 

“ Oh, Daddy, Daddy! ” cried Princess Toto. 
“ Snarlie is running away ! Stop the elephant ! 
Stop ! Let me get my tiger back ! Azria, help 
me!” 

“ Stop ! ” called King Modah, and all the ele- 
phants stopped in the jungle. 


CHAPTER VII 


IN THE JUNGLE AGAIN 

Snarlie, leaping off the back of the elephant, 
where he had been riding in the little house with 
Princess Toto, ran along through the jungle 
bushes a little way, until he saw Sharp-Tooth, the 
other tiger. He stopped beside him. 

“ I’m glad to see you,” said Sharp-Tooth. 
“ Come on now, and I’ll show you where I have 
hidden some fresh meat.” 

Snarlie turned to look back toward the ele- 
phants. 

“ What are you looking at? ” asked Sharp- 
Tooth. 

“ I want to see what Princess Toto is doing,” 
answered Snarlie. “ I think she is crying for 
me.” 

“ Pooh ! What do you care? ” asked Sharp- 
Tooth. “Come on!” 

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85 


“ I like the little girl,” said Snarlie. “ She 
was very good to me. So was Singa Dhu 1 I am 
sorry to leave the princess this way.” 

“ You will soon forget her,” said Sharp- 
Tooth. “ We will have so much fun in the 
jungle that you will not want to go back, even to 
live in a palace.” 

“ I suppose so,” answered Snarlie. “ Well, 
come on, show me where your fresh meat is hid- 
den.” 

“ This way! ” called Sharp-Tooth, and he led 
the way through the jungle. 

Snarlie gave one last look back toward the 
line of elephants. He could see Princess Toto 
standing up in the little house, with the nurse 
Azria by her side, and the little girl was calling ; 

“Snarlie! Snarlie! Where are you? Come 
back to me. I want you ! ” 

“ Oh, don’t mind her,” said Sharp-Tooth, and 
Snarlie went on into the jungle with his new 
tiger friend. King Modah sent some of the 
servants and elephant men into the forest to try 
and find Snarlie, but a tiger, either tame or wild, 
is very cunning and knows well how to hide. 


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Snarlie and Sharp-Tooth saw the men beating 
their way through the thick jungle, and the 
tigers easily hid themselves. In a little while 
Sharp-Tooth began sniffing the air. 

“ I smell my fresh meat,” he said. “ It is hid- 
den somewhere near here. Soon we will be 
having a good meal.” 

After a bit they came to a cave in the rocks. 
It was not as large as the one where Snarlie used 
to live, nor as nice, but Sharp-Tooth thought it 
very fine. 

“ This is my home,” he said. “ Come in and 
have some dinner.” 

The tigers went into the cave, which was as 
dark as a pocket, but they could see in the dark, 
as cats can, and they needed no light to find the 
meat. Their noses told them where it was. 

“ Isn’t this fine? ” asked Sharp-Tooth, as they 
were eating. “ Don’t you like it here better than 
in the palace? ” 

“ Well, yes, in a way,” answered Snarlie, 
speaking in tiger language, of course. “ But, 
then ” and he stopped and sort of sighed. 

“ What is the matter? ” asked Sharp-Tooth. 


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“ Are you thinking of Princess Toto, and wish- 
ing you were back with her? ” 

“ Yes,” answered Snarlie, “ I am. She was 
very good to me.” 

“ You will soon forget her,” Sharp-Tooth 
said. “ Have some more meat. There is 
plenty.” 

The tigers ate as much as they wanted and 
then, as all such wild animals do, they became 
thirsty. 

“ Where can we get some water? ” asked 
Snarlie. “ If I was in the palace I could go to the 
fountain, and have a good drink, and a swim.” 

“ Well, I haven’t a fountain here, of course,” 
answered Sharp-Tooth. “ But there is a very 
good hole, not far away, that has water in it. We 
will go get a drink there.” 

Sharp-Tooth led the way through the jungle. 
The two tigers had to crawl under thick bushes, 
leap over fallen trees and climb past big rocks. 
It was not as easy to get a drink as when Snarlie 
had lived in the palace. Still he did not mind 
very much, for he was big and strong, and with 
one blow of his big paw he could break, or push 


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aside, the tangled vines and bushes that were in 
his way. 

“Hold on now, wait a minute!” suddenly 
called Sharp-Tooth. “ Don’t go any farther.” 

“ Why not? ” asked Snarlie. 

“ Because we are getting close to the water.” 

“ Well, that’s what I want,” said Snarlie. “ I 
want to get closer yet, so I can get a drink.” 

“ Ah, yes, but first I must take a peep between 
the bushes to see if there are any big lions at the 
water hole,” spoke Sharp-Tooth. “ If there are, 
we shall have to wait until they go away before 
we can have a drink. There are some big lions 
in this part of the jungle, and we don’t want to 
make them angry by drinking when they are at 
the pool.” 

“ I thought you said we two could scare a 
lion,” Snarlie told the other tiger. 

“ Well, yes, we can; that is if we find a small 
lion,” answered Sharp-Tooth. “ But, even we 
two tigers had better not try to scare a big lion. 
Now wait until I take a look.” 

So Sharp-Tooth peeked out between the 


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branches of a bush, and at once he drew back 
his head. 

“ What’s the matter? ” asked Snarlie. 
“ What’s there?” 

“ Lions,” was the reply. “ Two of ’em — big 
fellows. We’ll wait until they have their drink, 
then we’ll get ours. No use getting into trouble 
you know, Snarlie.” 

“ No, I suppose not. But I’m very thirsty! ” 

“ So am I. But we’ll have to wait.” 

The tigers lay down in the jungle, waiting for 
the lions to drink all the water they wanted. The 
lions could not see the tigers, and they would not 
go looking for them. Pretty soon Sharp-Tooth 
got up, and once more looked through the 
bushes. 

“ Have they gone yet? ” asked Snarlie. “ I’m 
very thirsty.” 

“Yes, they’ve gone,” spoke Sharp-Tooth. 
“ But there is a big rhinoceros at the pool now. 
We can’t get a drink yet.” 

“ Why not? ” Snarlie wanted to know. 

“ Because that rhino has a long, sharp horn on 
the end of his nose. If we were to go to the pool 


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now, and push him away to get a drink, he might 
tickle us with his sharp horn, and when a rhino 
tickles you it hurts.” 

“ Well, couldn’t we tickle him back, with our 
sharp claws? ” asked Snarlie. 

Sharp-Tooth shook his head. 

“ It is easy to see that you know very little 
about rhinos, which is a short name for a rhinoc- 
eros,” said Sharp-Tooth. “ Their skin is so 
thick and hard that if you scratched with all your 
might you could not tickle them. And, all the 
while, they could be using their sharp horn on 
you. It is better to wait until the rhino goes 
away.” 

When Snarlie was telling this part of his story, 
Horni, the circus rhinoceros, in his cage, began 
to laugh. 

“ What are you laughing at? ” asked Umboo, 
the elephant. 

“ Oh, at the way that rhinoceros friend of 
mine, in the jungle, kept you and your tiger 
chum away from the water,” answered Horni. 
“ It’s too bad, of course, but really, you needn’t 
have been afraid of the rhino. I don’t believe he 


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would have tickled you. I can’t say, for sure, 
not knowing who he was, but I know if I had 
been there in the jungle I would have let you 
had all the water you needed.” 

“ Thank you,” spoke Snarlie. “ You are very 
kind. But I only know what Sharp-Tooth told 
me. He was afraid of that rhino, and so was I. 
So we kept hiding in the bushes until he went 
away.” 

“ Then did you get your drink? ” asked 
Nabbo, the baboon. 

“ Yes,” said Snarlie, “ but it wasn’t as nice 
as I thought it would be. I’ll tell you about 
it.” 

The two tigers crept out from under the bush 
after a while, and went slowly up to the water 
hole. Snarlie saw a muddy puddle, with the 
footprints of many animals on the edge. 

“Ah ha! Now for a good drink!” cried 
Sharp-Tooth, beginning to lap up the muddy 
water with his red tongue, which is as rough as 
a nutmeg grater, and filled with little “ cups ” 
that take up whatever a tiger wants to drink. 

Snarlie looked at the muddy water. 


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“ What’s the matter? ” asked Sharp-Tooth, 
“ I thought you were thirsty.” 

“ So I am,” answered Snarlie. “ But is that 
all the water you have to drink? That muddy 
stuff? ” 

” It’s all you will find in this part of the jun- 
gle,” said Sharp-Tooth. “ And we are lucky to 
get this. Last year I had to go many miles for 
a drink, and wait my turn until the elephants, 
the lions and the rhinos had theirs. You had 
better drink this while you have the chance,” 

And, being very thirsty, Snarlie drank the 
muddy water. 

“ It isn’t like getting a drink from the nice, 
cool, splashing fountain in the palace court- 
yard,” he said. 

“ No, perhaps not,” answered the other. 
“ But now you can go to sleep, or do as you 
please. You don’t have to play ball with a little 
girl, whether you want to or not.” 

“ Oh, there are worse things than playing ball 
with Princess Toto,” said Snarlie. 


CHAPTER VIII 

CAUGHT ONCE MORE 

Snarlie and Sharp-Tooth were asleep in the 
jungle. They had had a good meal, and they 
had drunk water, even though it was muddy, 
and, like most wild animals, they felt sleepy after 
eating and drinking. Indeed, some of you, I 
dare say, have felt like going to sleep after the 
Thanksgiving dinner, perhaps. So, after all, 
tigers and boys and girls are alike in some 
things. 

Snarlie, after having slept for some time, sud- 
denly felt something tickling him on the nose. 
He sneezed and woke up with a jump. 

“ Hello ! ” he cried, in tiger language. 
“ What’s the matter? Does Princess Toto want 
me to play ball with her, I wonder? ” 

Snarlie heard a tiger laugh, and, looking to 
one side, he saw his friend Sharp-Tooth, sort of 
smiling at him. 


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“ I tickled you with my paw,” said Sharp- 
Tooth. 

“ What for? ” Snarlie wanted to know. 

“ So you would awaken, and have some fun. 
Come, let’s have a game here in the woods. It 
will soon be dark, and we must go back to the 
cave to sleep. If we stay out too late the ele- 
phants will come to drink, and you know they do 
not like tigers.” 

“ That is very true,” said Umboo, the circus 
elephant. “ But I like you, Snarlie. I wouldn’t 
hurt you for anything! ” 

“ Nor I you,” said Snarlie, as he walked back 
and forth in his cage, for he had been lying down 
as he told his story. “ And I know you like me, 
Umboo, and I’m glad of it. But in the jungle it 
is different. There animals do not like each 
other as well as we do, who are here in this cir- 
cus. We have gotten to know each other, I 
guess.” 

“ That’s it,” spoke Woo-Uff, the lion. ” It is 
best to be friends. No good ever came of quar- 
reling, and biting and scratching. But go on, 
Snarlie. What happened next? ” 


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Then Snarlie told on. 

He and Sharp-Tooth played there in the 
jungle. They jumped about, for they felt lively 
after their meal and sleep, just as a kitten likes 
to play. Snarlie and Sharp-Tooth leaped over 
each other’s backs, just as boys play their games. 
Then one tiger would hide down behind some 
bushes while the other would look for him. And 
when Snarlie hid thus, and he saw Sharp-Tooth 
coming, Snarlie would jump out and hit the 
other tiger with his paw. But Snarlie always 
took care not to have his claws sticking out when 
he did this. So it was like being hit with a soft 
rubber ball; Snarlie’s paw did not hurt Sharp- 
Tooth in the least. 

Once, as Sharp-Tooth was making a jump for 
Snarlie, the first tiger came down in a slippery, 
muddy place. It was on the side of a little hill, 
and before Sharp-Tooth knew what was happen- 
ing he was rolling head over heels down it into 
a mud puddle. 

“Ha! Ha! ” laughed Snarlie. “ Now you 
are in for a mud bath, all right! ” 

“ Yes, I guess I am,” howled Sharp-Tooth. 


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He dug his claws into the ground, trying to stop 
himself from falling, but it was of no use. 
Down he splashed into the mud. 

“ Never mind,” said Snarlie. “ I’ll roll down 
and get all mud, too. Then we’ll both be alike. 
It will be good to have some mud on us, for 
then the mosquitoes and bugs can’t bite us so 
easily. 

There are mosquitoes, and many biting bugs, 
in the jungle, and some of them can bite so hard 
that they can go through an elephant’s skin. So 
elephants, and other jungle beasts, often roll in 
the mud. This makes a sort of covering over 
them, through which the mosquitoes cannot so 
easily bite. 

Down the hill rolled Snarlie, and he, too, was 
soon covered with mud. The beautiful black 
stripes on his orange coat could not be seen now. 
He was not a pretty tiger for a while, and Prin- 
cess Toto would hardly have known him. 

I might say, right here, that the little Indian 
girl felt very badly when Snarlie ran away. The 
king, her father, sent many men into the jungle 
to look for the beautiful and tame tiger, but he 


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was not to be found. For Snarlie had run far 
off with Sharp-Tooth, you know. 

“ Never mind, little daughter,” said King 
Modah. “ I will get Singa Dhu to bring you an- 
other tiger.” 

This was done, and soon the little Indian prin- 
cess had another pet. But she never forgot 
Snarlie. 

The two tigers played in the jungle until the 
sun had almost set. Then Sharp-Tooth, who 
was called that because he had such sharp teeth, 
said: 

“ Well, Snarlie, we had better go to my cave 
now. Come along!” 

Once more through the jungle crept the two 
tigers. As they went along they could hear the 
monkeys in the trees chattering and crying, for 
monkeys are afraid of the striped animals, 
though few tigers can climb trees as high as the 
monkeys can. Leopards are great tree-climbers, 
though, and some day I may tell you a story 
about a leopard. 

Suddenly, through the jungle sounded a noise 
as though a loud horn had been blown. 


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“ The elephants ! ” cried Sharp-Tooth. 
“ They are coming to drink at the water hole. It 
is a good thing we got our drink when we did.” 

“ Yes,” said Snarlie. “ I suppose it is. But, if 
I had stayed in the palace I could drink at the 
fountain whenever I wanted.” 

“ Yes, but you could not roam about as you 
please,” spoke Sharp-Tooth. “ In the jungle we 
are free ! ” 

On and on went the two tigers. Soon they 
came to the cave that Sharp-Tooth called home 
and into that they crawled to sleep through the 
night. In the early morning they ate some of 
the meat that was left, and once more they went 
to the water hole. 

Again they had to wait until some lions and 
elephants drank, and they then took their turn. 
Once again they slept and played and then 
Snarlie said: 

” Do you know what I am going to do, Sharp- 
Tooth? ” 

“ No, unless you want to have another game 
of tiger-tag.” 

” I want to try and find the cave where I used 


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to live before I was caught in the trap,” said 
Snarlie. “ I would like to see my father and 
mother, and my sister and brother again.” 

“ Well,” spoke Sharp-Tooth, “ that would be 
nice, I guess. I’ll help you look for your cave. 
It will give us something to do, and I am tired of 
this part of the jungle, anyhow.” 

“Why don’t you try to find your folks?” 
asked Snarlie. 

“ It would be of no use,” said Sharp-Tooth. 
“ Years ago, when I was a little tiger, the 
hunters shot all my folks. I was left alone, and 
I have been alone ever since. I don’t even know 
where the cave is, in which I used to live.” 

“ That’s too bad,” spoke Snarlie. “ I thought 
it was hard when I was caught in the trap, but, 
after all, I have had good times since. But I 
don’t know where my cave is, either. We’ll just 
have to hunt through the jungle until we find 
it.” 

So off the two tigers started to look for the 
place where Snarlie used to live. They traveled 
for many days. Sometimes they found meat to 
eat, and again they would go, perhaps, two days 


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without anything. Then they were very hungry, 
but it could not be helped. 

“ I suppose, if you were at home in the palace 
with Princess Toto, you would not be hungry,” 
spoke Sharp-Tooth one afternoon, when he and 
Snarlie had been two days without anything to 
eat. 

“ That is so,” was the answer. 

“ Fm sorry I asked you to come away,” went 
on Sharp-Tooth. ” It is my fault.” 

“ No, it is not,” answered Snarlie, kindly. 
“ You could not know that we would be so long 
without food. I do not blame you. Perhaps we 
shall soon find some meat.” 

And they did, and had a good meal. Then, 
after drinking some water, they slept for a long 
while, they were so tired. 

Another time, just as they were going to get 
some meat for dinner, along came a big lion, 
bounding through the bushes. 

“ Ha! What are you doing here?” roared 
the lion. 

“ We were going to eat that meat,” answered 
Snarlie. 


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“ No, you’re not! ” roared the lion. “ That’s 
my meat I Get away from here.” 

“ Come on,” said Sharp-Tooth, in a whisper to 
his chum. “ He is a very big, strong and savage 
lion. We’d better go.” 

So the two tiger boys slunk away through the 
jungle, leaving the lion to his meal. 

“ If I had been that lion,” said Woo-Uff, “ I 
would have given you something to eat, Snarlie.” 

“ Thank you, I know you would,” spoke the 
tiger. “ But, this lion was old and cross, I guess. 
Anyhow, a little while after that, Sharp-Tooth 
and I found some more meat, so we were not 
hungry.” 

“ And, did you find the cave where you used 
to live? ” asked Humpo, the camel. 

Snarlie shook his head. 

“ No, I never did,” he answered. “ Sharp- 
Tooth and I went on through the jungle for 
many days, but I never saw my father or mother, 
or Scratcho or Whino again. They may have 
moved away. For we found a cave that looked 
something like the one where I used to live. 


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though I was not sure of it. Sharp-Tooth and I 
lived in it for some time.” 

Then Snarlie kept on with the rest of his story. 

He and his tiger chum had many good times 
together in the jungle, though the life was not as 
easy as when Snarlie lived with Princess Toto. 
And then, one day, something happened. 

Snarlie and Sharp-Tooth awoke one morning 
in the cave where they had been sleeping. 
Snarlie was not feeling very well, for he had bit 
on a sharp bone the day before, and hurt his 
mouth. 

“ You stay here to-day,” said Sharp-Tooth, 
kindly, to Snarlie. “ I’ll go out and bring you 
in some soft meat that you can easily chew. Just 
you take a rest.” 

“ All right, thank you, I will,” Snarlie said. 
“ And whenever you are not feeling well I’ll do 
the marketing for you.” 

So while Snarlie stayed in the cave, Sharp- 
Tooth went out. But he never came back. 
Hour after hour went past and Snarlie was left 
alone. 

“ Sharp-Tooth must have had to go farther for 


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meat than he thought he would,” said Snarlie to 
himself. “ I will wait a little longer, and, if he 
does not come, I will go after him.” 

But Sharp-Tooth did not come back, and 
when Snarlie, who was feeling a little better, 
started off along the jungle path to look for his 
friend, Sharp-Tooth was not to be found. Nor 
did Snarlie ever know what became of him. 
Whether Sharp-Tooth was caught in a trap, or 
whether some hunter shot him, was never 
known. But Snarlie never saw his friend again, 
and he was sad. 

For several days Snarlie kept hoping that he 
would find Sharp-Tooth. But he did not. 
Snarlie wandered up and down in the jungle, 
eating whenever he could find any meat, and 
drinking at the water holes. He was very lone- 
some. 

“ I think I will go back to Princess Toto,” 
said Snarlie. He did not know just where to 
look for the palace where the little girl lived who 
had been so kind to him, but he walked on and 
on, hoping to find it. 

Many days later, when Snarlie was feeling 


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quite hungry, he heard a goat bleating in the 
jungle. 

“ Ha ! That means fresh meat for me,” said 
the tiger. “ I will go get it.” 

He walked slowly and softly toward the place 
where the goat was bleating, and finally Snarlie 
saw it. 

“ But I must be careful,” thought Snarlie. 
“.Once before, when I tried to get a goat, I fell 
into a trap. I will not do that again.” 

Snarlie walked all about the goat, which was 
tied to a stake in the ground. The tiger looked 
carefully but he could see nothing that appeared 
to be a trap. 

“ I guess it is all right,” said Snarlie to him- 
self. He jumped through the air toward the 
goat, but, all at once the tiger felt himself all 
tangled up in a net. It had fallen on him from a 
tree overhead, in which was perched a black 
trapper. It was not Singa Dhu, but an Indian, 
like him. He dropped the net on Snarlie’s back. 

“ Oh, what is this ! ” growled Snarlie. “ Am I 
caught again? ” 

And he was. His paws and claws and his 


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teeth, with which he tried to bite, all became 
tangled in the strong net, so that Snarlie could 
only lie down, all in a heap. 

“ I have caught a tiger! ” cried the man up in 
the tree. “ Come and bring the cage ! He is a 
fine, big tiger, and we shall get much money for 
him.” 

“Caught again!” thought Snarlie. “Well, 
perhaps they will take me back to Princess Toto. 
I shall not be sorry. I have had enough of the 
jungle, now that Sharp-Tooth is gone.” 


CHAPTER IX 


snarlie’s long trip 

Down out of the jungle trees jumped three or 
four black men, who looked like Singa Dhu. 
They stood around the net in which poor Snarlie 
was entangled. Along a path came other men, 
with a cage made of strong vines and tree 
branches. 

“ Oh dear! ” thought Snarlie, when he saw it. 
“ Have I got to go in that again? Well, I know 
what I’ll do. I’ll be very good and gentle, and 
the men, when they see that I am tame, will let 
me loose, or at least they will only put a chain 
and collar on me.” 

When Snarlie ran away from Princess Toto 
he had on his collar and chain, but he and Sharp- 
Tooth had managed to claw off the collar, in the 
jungle, leaving it and the chain there. 

“ Bring up the cage, and we will put the tiger 
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in it,” said the man, who had dropped the net 
down on Snarlie’s back from the tree. The man 
had been waiting there until a tiger or lion, hear- 
ing the cries of the goat, should come near 
enough to be caught. It was a trap, but different 
from the one in which Snarlie was first caught. 
That is why the tiger had not seen anything that, 
to him, looked like danger. 

The men put the cage, with the door open, 
down near the net in which Snarlie was tangled. 
Then they began lifting away the meshes, which 
were made of strong rope and cords — too strong 
for the tiger to break. And there were too many 
for him to bite through, though he might have 
done so if he had had the time. 

“ Be careful of his teeth and claws,” said the 
head trapper. “ He is a big, strong tiger.” 

“ He seems very quiet,” said one of the help- 
ing men. “ The last tiger we caught this way 
jumped about so, and bit and clawed, that it 
took us all day to get him in a cage.” 

“ This one is different,” said the head trapper. 
“ I hope he is not sick. A sick tiger will not sell 
for much.” 


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But Snarlie was not ill. He knew what he was 
doing. 

“ I will be very quiet and good,” he said to 
himself. “ I will not try to bite or scratch the 
men. Then they will see that I am tame. When 
I get a chance I will show them that I can play 
ball. They will then know that I can do tricks, 
and they will not keep me shut up in the cage, 
but they will take me back to the palace and 
Princess Toto.” 

That is what Snarlie hoped, but it did not turn 
out just that way. Slowly the men lifted the net 
away, untangling it. Soon Snarlie was almost 
loose, and then he was suddenly pushed, net and 
all, into the cage and the door was quickly fas- 
tened. Then, with long hooks, the men pulled 
out the net through the bars. 

“ Now we have him safe ! ” cried the trapper. 
“ The tiger cannot get away. We can easily 
carry him in that cage to the ship, where we will 
sell him.” 

Snarlie did not understand what all the talk 
was about. But, somehow, the men did not seem 


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to be as nice as Singa Dhu had been. They did 
not pet Snarlie. 

“ But, perhaps, they will not be afraid of me 
when they find out I am tame,” thought Snarlie. 
So, when once, an Indian passed so close to the 
bars of the cage that the tiger might have reached 
out his sharp claws and scratched the man, 
Snarlie did not. His paws remained still. 

“ I never saw such a queer tiger,” said the trap- 
per. “ Always before, when I have caught them, 
they tear around their cage and try to get out. 
But this one is very quiet. I do not know what 
it means.” 

But Snarlie was only being good, you see. 

When the door of the cage was tightly shut the 
men passed long poles through it, and hoisted 
it to their shoulders. Then they set off through 
the jungle, carrying Snarlie as he had been car- 
ried before, when Singa Dhu had caught him. 

For many days Snarlie was carried in his cage 
through the jungle. Sometimes the men would 
stop to rest, and Snarlie would be given food and 
water. But none of the men tried to pat him, or 
rub his head. They just thrust the meat into his 


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cage, and jumped away again, very quickly, as 
though they were afraid, and I guess they were. 

“ But they need not fear me,” said Snarlie. 
“ If they would only let me out of here I would 
walk along with them, myself, for I want to go 
back to Princess Toto.” 

At night the men would make for themselves 
little huts in the jungle, weaving the leaves and 
branches of trees together. They would build a 
fire to keep the lions and other wild animals 
away, and sometimes, around their leaf hut they 
would weave a fence of sharp thorns, over 
which, or through which, a lion will not jump 
unless he is very hungry, or very angry. So the 
men and Snarlie were safe from harm, even in 
the jungle at night. 

At last, after many days, the first part of 
Snarlie’s long trip came to an end. The men, 
carrying the tiger in the cage on their shoulders 
marched out of the jungle where they had been 
traveling so long. Snarlie saw the blue sky 
dotted with white clouds, more plainly than he 
had seen it since he had lived in the palace. No 
longer were there big trees and tangled vines on 


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every side. The country was open, and beyond 
the jungle was a great body of water, the largest 
pool Snarlie had ever seen. 

“ My ! All the animals of the jungle could 
drink there at once, and there would be room for 
many more,” thought Snarlie. But he did not 
know that this was the ocean he saw, and that 
the water was salt, and not good to drink, though, 
perhaps, fishes like it. 

“ I wish they would let me out of my cage! ” 
thought Snarlie. “ It is no fun to be cramped 
up this way. I want to get out.” 

But the men did not do as the tiger wished. 
They went down close to the edge of the ocean 
with the cage. Snarlie heard a sound like dis- 
tant thunder, or as when a lion roars, far off in 
the jungle. He saw the white foamy waves rush 
up on the sandy beach. It was the waves that 
made the roaring sound. At first Snarlie felt 
afraid, but soon he grew to like it. 

While Snarlie was being fed and watered in 
his cage, some other men came up to look at him 
through the bars. These men were different 
from the trapper and his helpers. These men 


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were white, and they wore more clothes than did 
the Indians, who do not need them, as it is so 
warm in the jungle. 

“ Yes, that is a fine tiger,” said one white man. 
“ I will buy him for the circus.” 

Then he gave the trapper some money. 
Snarlie did not know what it was all about, but 
soon he felt himself being picked up in his cage 
once more and carried toward the ocean. 

“ I wish they would let me get in the water and 
have a good swim,” thought Snarlie. “ I won- 
der why they keep me shut up so long? ” 

But the men did not know that the tiger was 
tame, and could do some little tricks, such as 
bouncing a ball on the end of his nose. 

Snarlie was put on board a ship, though he did 
not then know what it was. All he knew was 
that his cage was carried down into a dark place, 
and there he was left. 

“ This must be a sort of cave,” thought 
Snarlie. “ Well, it is not so bad here, for it is 
nice and warm. But I wish I could be let out, 
and have something to eat.” 

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brought to the tiger by a man who looked in at 
him through the bars. 

“ Ha! You are a fine fellow! ” said the man. 
“ I guess you would like a chance to scratch, or 
bite me. But you will not get it.” 

And, just think of it! Snarlie wouldn’t have 
bit or scratched in the least ! 

Pretty soon, when he had finished eating, 
Snarlie felt queer. He seemed to be going up 
and down, and then to be swinging sideways. 

“ Well, now I wonder what new thing this 
is? ” thought the tiger. And what had happened 
was that the ship was sailing over the ocean, bob- 
bing up and down on the big waves. 


CHAPTER X 


IN THE CIRCUS 

Snarlie, the striped tiger, could not tell his 
animal friends in the circus much about his 
trip across the ocean in the big ship. One rea- 
son was that he was seasick most of the way 
over, and when he was not feeling ill he was 
kept in such a dark place that he could see noth- 
ing of what was going on. All Snarlie knew, 
that he was kept in his cage, and that meat and 
water were brought to him. He did not care 
much for the meat but he drank the water, and 
it made him feel better. 

“ Oh, when will this ever end? ” thought poor 
Snarlie as he felt the ship going up and down, 
and swaying from side to side. 

How he wished they would let him up on 
deck, where he could see the sun, and breathe the 
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fresh air. And how much he wanted to get in 
the cold water and have a swim, only he, himself, 
knew. 

“ I wish I had stayed with Princess Toto,” 
said Snarlie to himself, over and over again. 
“ What fun it would be to play with her now, 
and jump into the fountain basin after the red 
ball.” 

But, Snarlie was many miles from the little 
Indian girl, and each turn of the big propeller 
of the ship, churning the water to foam, took 
him farther and farther away. 

Perhaps, if the men on the ship had known 
that Snarlie was a tame tiger they might have let 
him up on deck. But he had been caught in the 
jungle, the collar he had worn, and which would 
have shown that he was tame, had come off, and 
there was no way of telling that he was any dif- 
ferent from other wild animals. And the men 
were afraid of wild beasts of the jungle. They 
were afraid of being bitten or scratched. 

“ Oh, if they would only let me out, I wouldn’t 
even growl at them,” said Snarlie to himself. 

There were other wild animals on the ship. 


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Snarlie could hear them, but he could not see 
them. He could hear the chattering of monkeys, 
and the hissing of snakes, and of these last, he 
was afraid. For even a big, strong tiger fears 
the bite of a snake, which may poison and kill 
him. 

Then, too, Snarlie could hear the trumpeting 
of elephants, and the mooing of cows — not the 
kind of cows we have here, but those with humps 
on their backs, almost like those a camel has — 
they were the sacred cows of India, some of 
which were being brought over to go to circuses 
and manageries. 

“ I wonder if there are any other tigers on the 
ship? ” thought poor Snarlie, as he walked up 
and down in his little cage. “ If there are and I 
could get out, I could talk to them about the 
jungle, and it would not be so lonesome.” 

He listened carefully, but he could not hear 
the voice of any other tigers among the noises 
made by the different animals. Once Snarlie 
thought he heard a lion roar, and he crouched in 
the far corner of the cage in fear. 

Then he remembered that if a lion was aboard 


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the ship the big, strong animal would also be in 
a cage. 

“ So he couldn’t get out to bite me,” said 
Sharlie to himself. But the roaring sound did 
not come again, and, after all, it may have been 
an elephant grunting as he ate his hay — grunt- 
ing because, he, too, wanted to get off the heav- 
ing, rolling ship. 

Finally the ship was still, and oh! how glad 
Snarlie and the other animals were. It was so 
good to lie quietly, and not feel ill. Now, when 
they brought meat to Snarlie he ate every bit of 
it, and wanted more. 

” Well, I hope my journey is over,” thought 
the striped tiger. “ Perhaps they have brought 
me to a new jungle. I shall be glad of that. I 
want to get out under the trees and crawl under 
the cool, green vines. I want to go to the water 
pool and have a long drink. I want to roll in the 
mud.” 

But Snarlie was not to do all that he wished. 
He must now do as the man who owned him 
wanted him to. 

There was a great noise and pounding on the 


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ship. Snarlie could hear men running to and 
fro, and there was much shouting. Snarlie won- 
dered what it was all about. Suddenly a great 
light shone down on him, and the tiger, looking 
up, could see the sun shining in the blue sky. 

“ Oh, how good that looks! ” thought Snarlie. 
He smelled the fresh air, for the cover had been 
taken off the hatch, or store room, where the cage 
had been kept on the voyage across the ocean. 
The bright daylight came in. Snarlie was very 
glad. 

“ Send down a rope, and we’ll lift out the 
tiger’s cage first,” called a man to some others 
who were helping unload the ship. 

Snarlie looked up. He saw a long, thin thing 
dangling down from up above. It turned and 
twisted about, coiling this way and that. 

” Oh, it’s a snake I ” cried Snarlie, growling 
and grumbling. “ A snake is after me 1 ” 

He jumped into a far corner of his cage so 
hard that he nearly burst the bars. 

“ What’s the matter with that tiger? ” asked a 
man. “ Is he trying to get out? ” 

“ I don’t know,” another one answered. 


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“ He’s afraid, I guess. But he didn’t act like 
that on the way over. What’s the matter, old 
chap? ” asked the man, in a kind voice. “ No 
one is going to hurt you. We’re just going to 
take you out of here.” 

Of course Snarlie could not understand all 
that the man said, but the voice was kind, as 
kind as the voice of Singa Dhu, whom Snarlie 
had learned to like very much, and the tiger was 
not so afraid. Besides, the long, thin, dangling 
thing, that looked like a snake, did not hiss like 
a snake. 

“ Perhaps it isn’t one after all,” Snarlie said. 
“ I’ll take another look.” He did, and then he 
saw that it was not a snake, but a long rope that 
had been let down from above to be fastened to 
his cage, so that it might be lifted out of the hold, 
or one of the cellars of the ship. 

Some men fastened the rope to Snarlie’s cage. 

“Hoist away! ” cried a man. 

Somewhere up on deck an engine puffed. 
The rope went up, and Snarlie’s cage went with 
it. At first the striped tiger did not like it, but 


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he felt no pain, and anything was better than 
staying down in that dark hole. 

Up and up went Snarlie, the cage being lifted 
higher and higher into the glorious sunshine. 
Snarlie sniffed the fresh, salty air. He looked 
between the bars, and saw many strange sights — 
there were other ships at the dock where was 
tied the one in which he had come across the 
sea. There were horses and wagons, there were 
many men running here and there and shouting. 
There were many strange buildings, not at all 
like the palace of King Modah, where Snarlie 
had played with little Princess Toto. But, look 
as he did, Snarlie could see nothing like a jungle. 
There were a few trees, to be sure, but only a 
few, and there were no tangled, green bushes 
under which he might crawl. 

“Oh dear!” thought Snarlie. “I wonder 
what is going to become of me now? ” 

His cage was swung out to one side, over the 
dock where there were many horses and wagons. 
Some of the horses caught the strange, wild 
smell of the tiger, and snorted and stamped about 
in fear. 


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“ As if I would hurt them! ” laughed Snarlie, 
to himself. 

“ Lower away I ” cried a man, and Snarlie’s 
cage went down toward one of the big wagons. 
Then something happened. 

The rope slipped. Snarlie’s cage fell with 
such suddenness that it bounced from the wagon 
to the ground. There was a cracking sound, 
as some of the wooden bars snapped, and then, 
all at once, the striped tiger found himself out- 
side. 

He was free ! 

For a moment there was silence. Then, as 
the men saw what had happened, most of them 
started to run away. Horses snorted and ran 
also, pulling the wagons after them. 

“ The tiger is loose 1 The tiger is loose 1 ” 
cried a man. 

“ Run ! Run ! ” shouted another. “ Get the 
police to shoot it ! ” 

“ No, you don’t ! ” yelled the ship man, who 
had been helping take out Snarlie’s cage. 
“ That tiger is not to be shot 1 We must get him 


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back in the cage. Come on now, men, he won’t 
hurt you.” 

“ He looks as if he would,” said a big man, 
who was trying to hide behind a barrel that was 
too small for him, so that he stuck out on both 
sides. 

All this while Snarlie did not know what to 
do. He was as much surprised as any one at 
having fallen out of his cage so suddenly. He 
stood there on the dock, looking at the broken 
bars, and then at the frightened horses and men. 
Snarlie did not move. He was blinking his eyes, 
for the strong light, after he had been shut up so 
long in the dark, hurt him. 

Then Snarlie began to sniff the air. He 
smelled something that reminded him of the 
jungle, it was a sweet sort of smell, and in the 
jungle grew plants that, when they were broken 
and crushed, gave out a sweet juice, from which 
sugar was made. 

It was something like sugar that Snarlie 
smelled, and, as he liked sweet stuff he wanted to 
know where he could get some. He sniffed 
harder than before, and he noticed that the smell 


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came from a round thing not far away. It was a 
barrel of molasses, though Snarlie did not know 
it by that name. Some molasses had run out 
through a crack, and was dripping down the 
side of the barrel. 

“ I think I’ll go over and taste that,” said the 
tiger to himself. 

Over he walked, slowly and carefully, for he 
was in a new place, and he did not want to fall 
into another trap. 

“ Look out ! There he goes ! ” cried some of 
the men. 

“ Yes, and here / go! ” exclaimed the one be- 
hind the small barrel, and away he ran as fast as 
he could. But Snarlie did not even look 
at him. Snarlie wanted some of that sweet 
stuff. 

With his big, red tongue Snarlie licked up the 
dripping molasses. 

“ My I But that is good ! ” he said. “ It is bet- 
ter than the sweet stalks I chewed in the jungle. 
Perhaps I am going to like it over here, after 
all, if they have such nice things as this to 

eat.” 


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And Snarlie kept on licking the molasses 
until there was none left outside the barrel. The 
ship man watched him. 

“ Ha ! That’s how we can get him back in his 
cage ! ” cried the ship man. “ Quick now, get 
me a pail, some of you, and draw off some of that 
molasses. Knock a hole in the barrel ! I’ll fix 
the cage, and we’ll have that tiger back in it 
before he knows it.” 

Snarlie did not try to run away, or hide, which 
he might have done. He did not chase after the 
men or horses, as a wild tiger, who had never 
played with Princess Toto, might have done. 
Snarlie knew better than that. 

“ There’s something queer about that tiger,” 
said the ship man. “ He isn’t half as wild as I 
thought he’d be. I don’t believe he’ll hurt me if 
I go close to him. 

“ Good boy ! Easy now ! don’t be afraid,” said 
the man, in a kind voice. “ We’ll be good 
friends, I guess.” 

The man walked up to Snarlie, with a stick in 
his hand. But Snarlie did not growl or jump at 
him. 


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“ Here’s the molasses,” called a man, who had 
drawn some off into a pail. 

“ Bring it here.” 

“ Indeed, and I’m afraid of the tiger.” 

The ship man laughed, and got the pail of 
sweet stuff himself. 

“ I never heard of coaxing a tiger with mo- 
lasses before,” he said, “ but I’m going to try 
it.” 

He set the pail of sweet stuff inside the broken 
cage. The cage would still hold Snarlie when 
the bars were mended. The striped tiger smelled 
the molasses. 

“ Well,” said Snarlie to himself, “ I don’t want 
to go back in that little cage, but I do want that 
molasses. Perhaps if I go in, for a while, they 
will let me out again. Anyhow, I’ll show them 
that I know how to behave myself.” 

Slowly Snarlie walked into the cage. There 
was as much molasses as he wanted, and he did 
not have to lick it off the side of the barrel, where 
it was not very clean. Now, it was easy to get 
it out of the pail. And while Snarlie was licking 
it up with his red tongue, the ship man quickly 


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fastened up the broken bars of the cage with 
ropes. 

“ Now he’s caught! ” cried the man. “ You 
don’t need to be afraid any more.” 

The horses quieted down, the men came out 
from behind boxes and barrels where they had 
been hiding, and this time Snarlie’s cage was 
hoisted upon a wagon. He looked about him, 
but he was so busy eating the molasses that he 
did not see all that was going on. 

Snarlie was carried across the city on the big 
wagon. Over the cage was thrown a thick cloth 
so that Snarlie was in the dark, and no one in the 
streets could see him. 

“ I wonder where I am going now? ” thought 
the tiger. 

He felt his cage being lifted up and set down. 
Then he felt a rumbling and jolting. He was in 
a railroad car, though he did not know it. 

“ And then, after a while, I was put on an- 
other wagon,” said Snarlie, in telling his friends 
his story, “ and brought to a big, white tent, such 
as this one in which we now are. I did not know 
what it was.” 


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“ That was a circus,” said Umboo, the ele- 
phant. 

“ Yes, I know now that it was,” answered 
Snarlie, “ but I did not know it then. It was not 
this circus, though, for I was with another be- 
fore I came here among you, my friends. Any- 
how, this is what happened. 

“ The cage in which I had been brought from 
the jungle was put next to one made of strong 
wood, with iron bars. And it was on wheels, as 
is the cage I am now in. In one end of the new 
cage was put a nice piece of meat. I was very 
hungry. I rushed to get it. A door clanked 
shut behind me and I was caught in a new cage. 
But I did not mind, for it was larger than the 
jungle one.” 

And then began a new life for Snarlie — life in 
a big circus. 


CHAPTER XI 


LEARNING SOME TRICKS 

Snarlie was not like most of the wild jungle 
animals that come to a circus. Snarlie had been 
partly tamed; he knew there was no need to be 
afraid of men, and especially of little girls like 
Princess Toto. How he wished he could see 
her now I 

And so Snarlie had a different time in the cir- 
cus than most other animals have. He did not 
need to learn so many things as they have to 
learn, for kind Singa Dhu had taught the striped 
tiger many lessons, and one was that wonderful 
lesson of kindness. Snarlie knew that men 
would be kind to him, if he did not bite and 
scratch. 

“ Well, Snarlie,” said a man, coming up to 
the tiger’s new cage, which was a wagon on 
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wheels ; “ well, Snarlie, I wonder if you and I 
are going to be friends? ” 

Of course, Snarlie could not answer back in 
man talk, but he spoke in tiger language, by 
making a funny little noise in his throat. That 
was why the man called him Snarlie, for the 
tiger seemed to snarl, though it was not because 
he was angry. Instead, he looked at the man as 
kindly as he knew how. 

The man had on a red coat, with gold braid 
on the collar and sleeves, and there was gold 
braid on his red cap. This man was an animal 
trainer. He knew much about wild animals, 
but he had yet to learn that Snarlie was already 
tame. 

When most wild animals reach the circus, 
after having been caught in the jungle, they feel 
very badly indeed. They have not been nicely 
treated, and they fear all men. It is hard work 
for a trainer to make them understand that he 
will be kind to them, that he wants to teach them 
tricks so they may do them in order that boys 
and girls may be amused, and instructed. 

When a trainer begins with a wild animal, 


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one that has never before known what it means 
to have a man near him, the trainer starts with 
feeding the beast. Every day (except on Sun- 
day) the trainer brings the animal meat and 
water. After a while the animal comes to know 
that the trainer means only kindness, and, be- 
fore very long, the animal watches for the trainer 
to come. He is even anxious to see him, because 
the trainer brings good things to eat. 

Then, one day, when the animal is asleep, a 
collar is slipped over his neck, and a chain is 
fastened to it. Then he can be tied up to one 
side of the cage, so that when the keeper goes in 
the animal cannot spring on him, which he 
might do, just because he was so surprised, and 
not because he wanted to bite the man. 

“ Well, I like this cage much better than the 
one I have been shut up in so long,” thought 
Snarlie, as he walked about the one on wheels. 
Then he looked at the man in the red coat. The 
man was also looking at Snarlie. 

“ You are a fine tiger,” the man said, “ and I 
think you will learn some good tricks. We shall 
be friends. I’m sure. Now, I will feed you,” for 


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Snarlie had soon eaten up the small piece of 
meat that was in his new cage when he entered it 
from the old one. 

The trainer passed Snarlie a bit of meat on 
the end of a long stick, and brought him fresh 
water. Then, after speaking kindly to the 
striped tiger, for a little while, the man went 
away. Snarlie, having finished his second piece 
of meat, looked about him. 

He was in a cage in a big circus tent. All 
around were other animals, some, like the bears, 
wolves, lions and panthers, in cages, and others, 
like the camels, the elephants and giraffes, stand- 
ing in little yards, made of stakes and ropes. 
These last were eating hay. As yet there were no 
people in the circus, for it had not started out on 
the road to give shows. It would soon, however, 
when the weather was a little warmer. Just now 
the tent was warmed with steam pipes, run in 
from outside. Snarlie liked the warm air, as do 
all jungle animals, for they are used to a hot 
country. 

“ Well, I think I shall like it here,” thought 
Snarlie, as he looked about him. “ There is an- 


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other tiger over there,” he went on, as he saw a 
striped beast like himself in a cage not far away. 
“ I must have a talk with him. And there is an 
elephant and a lion. Well, they cannot harm me 
as long as I am in my cage.” 

But, of course, the circus lion and tiger were 
partly tame, and they would not have harmed 
Snarlie. 

“ Hello, over there ; you other tiger ! ” called 
Snarlie, at last. “ What is your name ; if you 
please? ” 

“ My name is Prince,” was the answer. “ But 
who are you, and where did you come from? ” 

“ From the jungle,” said Snarlie. “ There I 
knew a princess named Toto. Do you know 
her? ” 

“ No, I never heard of her. And so you came 
from the jungle; eh? It is many years since I 
have been there. Tell me what it is like. Is the 
old water hole there still, and the cave in the 
rocks where I used to play? And what of 
Rumble, the big lion? ” 

“ I never knew him,” said Snarlie. “ I guess 
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where I lived. But, I will tell you of the place 
where I came from.” 

Then, Snarlie, in tiger language, told Prince 
what had happened. He told of Singa Dhu, 
and of Princess Toto. He told of running away, 
of his roaming through the forest with Sharp- 
Tooth, and of the second capture in the net. 

“ And now I am here,” said Snarlie. 

“ Yes,” spoke Prince, “ now you are here in 
the circus, and you will have to do tricks, as do 
the rest of us.” 

“ Are the tricks hard? ” asked Snarlie. “ I 
used to play ball with Princess Toto, and get it 
for her when it went in the fountain basin.” 

“ You will not do such tricks as that here,” 
said Prince. “ But our tricks are not hard, and 
if you are good, and mind your trainer, you will 
have no trouble. Do not be afraid, that is all.” 

“ Pooh, I am not afraid,” said Snarlie. “ I 
used to follow Princess Toto all over, and I 
walked beside Singa Dhu.” 

“ You cannot do that, either, in the circus,” 
said Prince. “ None of us jungle folk are al- 
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the elephants. And they are different. But I 
have grown to like my cage, and when my 
keeper comes in, sits down beside me, and 
scratches my head, I am happy.” 

“ Will they do that to me? ” asked Snarlie. 

“If you are good; yes.” 

“ Then, I shall be good.” 

That night the man in the red coat and cap 
brought Snarlie some more meat and water, 
and spoke kindly to him. This went on for sev- 
eral days, and then, all at once, one afternoon, 
Snarlie awoke to find the trainer fastening a col- 
lar about his neck, from outside the cage. To 
the collar a chain was attached. 

“Ha! This is like old times!” thought 
Snarlie. “ Now they may take me out of the 
cage and lead me around.” 

But this did not happen. Snarlie was fastened 
to one side of the cage by the chain, which was so 
short that he could not walk to the other end. 
Outside, the red-coated trainer stood watching 
him. Snarlie looked at the man and sort of 
smiled — at least it looked like a smile, for Snarlie 
drew back his lips and showed his teeth. 


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“ Well, that chain doesn’t seem to bother you 
any,” the man said, with a laugh. “ Most tigers, 
when they are chained up that way, jump about 
and try to get loose. Why don’t you? ” 

The reason was that Snarlie had been chained 
up before, by Singa Dhu, and the tiger knew it 
was of no use to jump and try to break the chain. 
That would only hurt his neck. So he stayed 
still. 

“ I think you will be easy to teach tricks,” said 
the man, whose name was Tom. 

A day or so after this the door of Snarlie’s 
cage, at the far end, was opened, and a chair was 
put in. The tiger was still chained up, but there 
was room for him to move about, and to get his 
meat and water. 

” I wonder what that chair is for? ” thought 
Snarlie. “ If it is for me to sit on I don’t need it. 
I like to sit on the ground or on the floor of my 
cage.” So he just looked at the chair. 

“ Well, you surely are a queer tiger,” said 
Tom, the trainer. “Even a chair doesn’t scare 
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must have been well treated before you came to 
the circus.” 

Prince, of course, knew why Snarlie was not 
afraid of the chair, for Snarlie had told about 
having lived with Princess Toto. 

“ I was terribly afraid of the chair myself,” 
Prince said, in talking to Snarlie that night. “ I 
did not know what it was.” 

“ Oh, I’ve often seen them before,” answered 
Snarlie. “ Singa Dhu used to sit on one when 
he ate his dinner off the table. And he would 
give me nice bits of meat as he sat in the chair.” 

A few days later, Tom, the trainer, got in the 
tiger’s cage and sat in the chair. Snarlie could 
not come near him, as the chain and collar were 
still fast on the tiger’s neck. 

“ But if I could get near you, I would only 
lay my head down on your knee and let you pat 
me,” thought Snarlie. “ I am not afraid of you, 
and I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” 

“We are getting on well together,” said Tom, 
a few days later, after he had been sitting in the 
chair for some time. “ I believe I can unchain 
you now. But, be careful. Do not try to spring 


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on me and bite me, for I have a heavy whip in 
my hand.” 

Snarlie saw the whip, and did not like it, but 
he knew there would be no need of it, as he in- 
tended to be good. So, when the chain was 
loosed, the tiger went gently over to Tom and 
laid his head on the man’s knee. 

“ Well, look at thatl ” cried another keeper, 
outside the cage. “ Tom has his tiger tamed, 
already.” 

“ Yes, I never saw one like him, to learn so 
quickly,” spoke Tom. “ I think I will teach him 
the jumping trick right away, without waiting 
for him to get any tamer. He is tame enough.” 

Tom laid a stick down on the floor of the cage. 
Then he stood away from it and held out a piece 
of meat to Snarlie. To get the meat the tiger 
had to step across the stick, which he did after 
smelling it, and tapping it with his paw, when 
he made sure it was not alive and could not hurt 
him. 

When Snarlie had eaten the meat, Tom went 
on the other side of the stick, and held out some- 
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stepped across the stick, but he did not notice 
that a keeper outside the cage had raised the 
stick up a little. This went on for two or three 
days. 

Each time Snarlie stepped across the stick to 
get his bit of meat, the stick was raised a little 
higher, until at last he had to jump, instead of 
stepping. He jumped as he had used to jump, in 
the jungle, when he was playing with Scratcho, 
his brother, and Whino, his sister. 

“ Ha ! Now you are learning to do tricks ! ” 
cried Tom, with a laugh. “ This is the jumping 
trick, Snarlie I ” 


CHAPTER XII 


THE BIG BALL 

The circus had not yet started to travel 
around the country, with the big tent being put 
up one day in one place, and in another place 
the next day. But soon this would be done. 

Before that, however, Snarlie, the tiger, and 
the other new animals were being taught their 
tricks. This was done so they would know their 
lessons well when they performed in public. 
Just as you practice saying a piece over and over 
again, before you speak it on Friday afternoon 
before the whole school. Or, perhaps, you may 
practice your piano lesson over and over again 
before you play for company. 

When Snarlie had learned to jump over the 
stick, which his trainer held high in the air, Tom 
said: 

“Well, that is very good! Now, we must 

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teach you some other tricks. I think I will show 
you how to sit up on a stool and look as though 
you were going to have your picture taken.” 

Snarlie, of course, did not know what all this 
meant, but he could understand some of what 
Tom said, and when the trainer brought out a 
stool, or pedestal, nicely painted red, white and 
blue, like a pole in front of a barber shop, Snarlie 
knew that something new was to be done. 

By this time Tom had learned that Snarlie 
was more tame than any tiger he had ever be- 
fore tried to teach tricks. 

“ You must have learned something in the 
jungle where you came from,” spoke Tom, 
“ though how you did it I don’t know.” 

“ It was Singa Dhu and Princess Toto,” said 
Snarlie to himself, but, of course, Tom could not 
know about that. 

Snarlie sniffed at the red, white and blue stool, 
or pedestal. It was higher than his head, and it 
looked like some of the things in the palace of 
King Modah, where Princess Toto lived; now 
so far away. For Indians love gaily colored 
things ; bright beads, bangles and bits of brass. 


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“Come on, Snarlie! Up on the stool with 
you ! ” cried Tom, clapping his hands, as he had 
done when Snarlie jumped over the stick, “ Up 
you go ! ” 

Snarlie, of course, did not know what Tom 
wanted him to do. He looked at the stool, and 
then at Tom. Tom patted the tiger’s head, for 
he and Snarlie were good friends now. Snarlie 
was no longer chained fast to the side of his 
cage. He could walk about in it as he pleased, 
though he was not allowed outside, much as he 
wished to go. 

“Up, Snarlie! Up!” called Tom, and he 
patted first the tiger’s head, and then the top of 
the red, white and blue stool. 

Snarlie rose up on his hind legs and looked 
at the top of the stool. He wanted to see why 
Tom was patting it. 

“ That stool can’t have any soft fur on top of 
it, as I have on my head,” thought Snarlie to him- 
self, “ and it can’t like being petted, for it has no 
feeling. I could bite the stool and it would not 
even say, ‘ Ouch ! ’ ” 

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no feeling, for once the tiger had accidentally 
scratched it with his claws, and the stool had not 
so much as cried out, “ Boo ! ” 

“ So, of course, it can’t feel,” thought Snarlie. 
“ But I wonder why Tom is patting it? ” 

Snarlie knew his trainer’s name was Tom, as 
he heard the other circus men call him that, just 
as they called the tiger Snarlie. 

“ Up, Snarlie! Up ! ” cried Tom, once more 
patting the top of the stool. Again Snarlie stood 
up on his hind legs and looked, but he did not 
know what was wanted. Tom wished him to 
jump up on top of the pedestal, just as a man 
sometimes pats the seat of the wagon where he is 
sitting, to call his dog up beside him. 

But Snarlie did not jump up. He would 
have done so had he known that was what Tom 
wanted. But he did not. Finally the keeper 
said: 

“ Well, I guess I’ll have to hang a bit of meat 
over the stool. Then you’ll jump up all right.” 

With a piece of string Tom fastened a bit of 
nice meat to the top of the cage. The meat 
dangled in the air, swinging to and fro, as does 


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the pendulum of a clock. Snarlie looked at it, 
and he thought of the days, long ago, in the 
jungle, when his mother had first taught him to 
jump, as she dragged a bit of meat along on the 
ground. 

“ Ha ! ” thought Snarlie. “ That must be what 
Tom wants. I am to jump up after that meat, as 
I used to leap in the jungle. This is like old 
times; and I do wish I could go back to the 
jungle, now, if only for a little while, and see my 
folks. I wonder where they are now, and what 
they are doing? Perhaps some of them have 
been caught, and put in a circus.” 

“ Up, Snarlie! Up ! ” cried Tom, once more 
patting the top of the stool. 

The tiger saw the swinging meat. He could 
smell it, and he was hungry to eat it. 

Up sprang Snarlie, with outstretched paws. 
Up on the stool he jumped, and with one pull of 
his strong, sharp claws he pulled down the meat 
and ate it, sitting on the stool. 

“ Good 1 ” cried Tom. “ That’s what I wanted 
you to do. Now you have learned another trick 


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— that of sitting on a stool,” for Snarlie sat there 
on the pedestal eating his piece of meat. 

“ Now we will try it again,” said the trainer, 
after a while. He fastened up another piece of 
meat, and, once more, Snarlie jumped for it. 
In a little while the tiger had learned to jump up 
on the stool whenever Tom told him to, and 
without waiting for a bit of meat to be hung over 
it. Though, after each trick, Snarlie was given 
something nice to eat as a reward. 

“ You are certainly getting to be a good trick 
tiger,” said the trainer, one day. “ When the 
circus starts to travel around the country you 
and I will be watched by many persons, who will 
stand outside your cage to look at you. And I 
hope you will be good, Snarlie.” 

Of course, Snarlie could not say he would be 
good in man-talk, but he said it in tiger lan- 
guage, which was the best he could do. 

“ And now for another trick,” spoke Tom one 
day, as he went in the tiger’s cage, and scratched 
Snarlie’s head. “ After you learn this one the 
circus will start traveling, as the weather will 
then be warm. Now for the new trick.” 


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Into Snarlie’s cage was rolled a big, wooden 
ball. It was painted red, white and blue, as was 
the stool on which Snarlie had learned to sit as 
though he were having his picture taken. 

“ Now, Snarlie,” went on Tom, “ this is the 
trick I want you to do. I am going to have you 
sit on top of the pedestal. Then, when I crack 
my whip, I want you to jump down on the ball. 
But be very careful, for the ball is going to roll 
around, and you will have hard work not to fall 
off. But if you stick your claws in, which you 
can do, as the wooden ball is soft, you can hold 
on. And you will have to balance yourself, as 
you must have balanced yourself in the jungle 
many times, when you jumped to get a bit of 
meat.” 

Snarlie looked at the big red, white and blue 
ball. He smelled it, and as it smelled just as did 
his pedestal, or stool, he was sure there was no 
harm in it. Then, Snarlie put out his paw and 
touched the ball. It rolled across the floor of 
the cage with a rumbling sound, like thunder 
far off. 

“ Why, that’s just like the little, red ball Prin- 


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cess Toto and I played with,” thought Snarlie. 
” Only this one is much larger. I would not like 
this ball to hit me on the nose. It would hurt, 
and I should have to cry, ‘ Ouch I ’ I wonder if 
I can jump on this rolling ball and not fall off? ” 
“Come, Snarlie!” called Tom, the trainer. 
“ Now for the great ball trick. This ought to 
be a fine one I Up with you I ” 


CHAPTER XIII 


SNARLIE IS UNHAPPY 

Snarlie jumped upon the red, white and blue 
stool. He felt at home there, for he had often 
sat on it, watching the animals in the other cages 
do their tricks. 

“ Now, Snarlie, ready ! ” called Tom. 
“ When I crack the whip jump for the big ball, 
and keep on it, no matter how it rolls around 
with you. Jump!” 

“ Crack ! ” went the whip. Snarlie looked 
down at the big, wooden ball. It was not easy to 
jump, and land on it, but then, Snarlie was be- 
ginning to like to do tricks, and he wanted to 
please the trainer, who was so kind to him. 

“ Well, at best, I can only fall off, and I will 
not be much hurt,” thought Snarlie. 

He stood up, put his paws well together un- 
der him, and then, with a wave of his tail through 
the air, he jumped. 


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Straight for the ball he went, and landed on 
top of it. Snarlie stuck his claws in the soft 
wood, but the ball, being round, began to roll 
across the floor of the tiger’s cage. 

“Stay on, Snarlie! Stay on!” cried the 
trainer. 

Snarlie did try, but it was hard work. He 
twisted this way and that, going sideways, back- 
wards and forwards. 

“ My goodness! ” thought Snarlie. “ This is 
like the time when I jumped across a little brook 
in the jungle. I landed on the slippery, muddy 
bank, and I could hardly get up. This ball is 
almost as slippery as that muddy bank was. Oh, 
I’m slipping off! ” 

And the next minute Snarlie slipped from the 
ball, and came down on the floor of his cage, 
while the ball rolled against the iron bars with a 
clang that made the lion awaken and growl : 

“ What’s the matter over there? ” 

“ Oh, I beg your pardon,” said Snarlie, po- 
litely. “ But I was doing a new trick and I 
slipped. I did not mean to awaken you.” 

“ Well, don’t do it again! ” roared the lion. 


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“ ril try not to,” promised the tiger. 

“ Pretty good, Snarlie,” said Tom, the trainer, 
patting his striped pet on the head. “ But, I 
think you can do better. Now we’ll try again, 
but, first, here is a little piece of meat for you.” 

Snarlie ate the meat and then, once more, he 
jumped upon the red, white and blue stool. 
Tom placed the big, wooden ball near by and 
when the whip cracked again Snarlie jumped. 

This time he did not fall off so soon, but stayed 
on the ball while it rolled almost across the cage 
with him. Snarlie kept his paws moving, just 
as a boy keeps his feet moving when he stands 
on the side of a barrel, and lets it roll with him. 

“ Good, Snarlie ! That’s the way to do it ! ” 
cried Tom. “ Soon you will do this trick as well 
as you do the others. Come on.” 

But, all at once, Snarlie’s paw slipped, and he 
had to jump off the ball to save himself from 
falling. But he had done much better than at 
first. 

“ Now, we’ll try again,” said Tom, as he gave 
the tiger another bit of meat. And the third 
time Snarlie did better than either of the others. 


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He kept on the ball while it rolled all the way 
across his cage. 

“ Now, you may have a rest and get a drink 
of water,” the trainer said, and Snarlie was glad 
to do so. 

For several days after that Snarlie practiced 
the big ball trick until he could do it as well as 
you, perhaps, can do your music lesson. Stand- 
ing upon the red, white and blue stool, Snarlie 
would make a jump for the big ball, and land on 
top of it. Then, by making his paws move, he 
would roll it across the cage. 

“ Now back again ! ” Tom would call, and, 
by moving his paws backward, Snarlie would 
roll the ball the other way. 

The tiger, who had once lived in a jungle, 
hardly able to catch a piece of meat which his 
mother dragged in front of him, was now a fine 
big animal, very strong, and had any one 
dragged a piece of meat in front of him now he 
could have caught it with one stroke of his paw. 
And Snarlie could do a number of tricks. 

“ So that now,” said Tom, “ since you can do 
so well, Snarlie, I think it is time the circus 


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15 1 

started out to give a show. I want the boys and 
girls, the men and women, who come to the big 
tents, to see what Snarlie can do.” 

So the practice tent was taken down, the cages 
were put on big railroad cars, and once more 
Snarlie was on a journey. He did not so much 
mind it now, nor did it make him ill, as had the 
journey in the ship. 

After a while the train came to a stop, and the 
animal cages were rolled down off the flat cars. 

“ What is going on now? ” asked Snarlie of 
one of the elephants who was helping push the 
tiger’s cage. 

“ This is where we are going to have the first 
circus of the season,” answered the big elephant. 
“ Now you will have to do your tricks in front 
of the crowds that come to the tents.” 

“ Well, as long as Tom, in his red coat and 
cap, wants me to do the tricks, I will,” said 
Snarlie. 

Snarlie did not understand all that went on. 
He saw men and horses hurrying here and there. 
The big cages rumbled and music was played by 
the band. Snarlie looked at a green field, and. 


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pretty soon it suddenly seemed to be all white, 
as though it had snowed. But it was not snow 
that hid the green grass, but the big circus tent, 
which men had put upon poles. 

Then Snarlie’s cage, and those of the other 
animals, was put under the white canvas house. 
A little later, after the animals were fed, the 
cages were hauled out again, and then began the 
circus parade, only Snarlie did not know what it 
was, for it was the first time he had been in one. 

And Snarlie was really in the parade. His 
cage was well up toward the front of the pro- 
cession. On either side of the street were many 
men, women and children. They looked in at 
Snarlie in his cage, and the boys cried : 

“ Oh, look at the striped tiger ! ” 

“ Isn’t he big!” 

“ What long claws he’s got ! ” 

“ And see his big teeth ! I wouldn’t want him 
to bite me.” 

“ As if I would bite them! ” laughed Snarlie 
to himself. “ Why, if they would only let me out 
of here I would play with them as I played with 
Princess Toto.” 


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But, of course, Snarlie could not be allowed 
out of his cage, for though he was kind and 
gentle the people did not know that, and they 
would have been afraid if they saw him loose 
in the street. 

Tom, the trainer, with his red cap and coat, 
rode in the cage with Snarlie. And when the 
boys saw Tom sitting there in the chair, with 
Snarlie walking up and down in front of him, 
and sometimes laying his big head on the 
keeper’s knee, the boys cried: 

“ Oh- 0 - 0 - 0 ! Look at the man in the tiger’s 
cage ! ” 

“ I wouldn’t do that! ” 

“ Nor 1 1 Not for a thousand dollars I ” 

“ Pooh ! ” cried one boy. “ That man has a 
gun in his pocket, and if the tiger bit him he’d 
get shot in a second 1 ” 

But Tom had no gun, for he knew Snarlie 
would not bite. 

“ Come, Snarlie,” said Tom, as the cage rum- 
bled along. “ I think you can do a trick for the 
people.” 

Then he held up a stick, and Snarlie jumped 


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back and forth across it, even when it was held 
high in the air. For Snarlie, like all tigers, was 
a fine jumper, though a leopard is better. 

“ Oh, look at the tiger jump ! ” cried the boys 
and girls, and Snarlie was glad that he could 
do tricks to make them look at him, and wonder. 

After the parade, came the show in the big 
tent. There Snarlie did all his tricks, even the 
hard one of jumping on the rolling red, white 
and blue ball. And he did them all well. 

“ Fine, Snarlie, fine ! ” cried the trainer, when 
the tricks were ended. “ You did very nicely 
for your first public performance. Here is 
some sweet meat for you.” 

And Snarlie was glad he had done well. 

When the circus performance was over in the 
animal tent, the people went in the other, and 
larger tent to see the acrobats, and the jugglers 
do their tricks. Some, however, stayed to have 
another look at the lions, tigers and elephants. 
One little girl, with golden hair and blue eyes, 
went close to Snarlie’s cage. 

“ Oh, don’t go so near ! ” cried her mother. 
“ The tiger might scratch you.” 


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But Snarlie would not have done that. When 
he looked at the little girl she made him think 
of Princess Toto, only Toto was very dark, as 
are all Indian children, while this little girl was 
light. 

For many days Snarlie traveled on with the 
circus, riding through the streets in the parade, 
and doing tricks, as his cage rumbled along, 
coming back to the tent, after the procession had 
ended, to do more tricks with Tom. Sometimes 
Snarlie was tired, but he had to do the tricks just 
the same. 

This part was not as nice as being in the jun- 
gle, for there Snarlie could go to sleep when he 
pleased. But, of course, in the jungle he could 
not eat when he pleased. First, he would have 
had to go after the meat. In the circus it was 
brought to him. 

Snarlie grew to like Trainer Tom very much. 
The tiger learned new tricks and he was quite 
happy, except sometimes when people, in look- 
ing at him, tried to poke their canes or umbrellas 
through the bars of the cage to rouse him up 
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Snarlie did not like that, and the keepers made 
the people stop it when they saw them at it. 

Then one day a new keeper brought Snarlie 
his meat. It was not Tom. Snarlie wondered 
what had happened to his friend, and asked the 
lion about it. 

“ Tom will not come to you any more,” said 
the lion. “ I heard the elephant talking about 
it. Tom fell off a wagon and was hurt. He will 
never be with the circus again.” 

Snarlie was sad when he heard that, and he 
would not take his meat from the new keeper, 
though the man spoke kindly. But, after a while 
Snarlie was so hungry that he just had to eat. 
Then the new keeper began to teach him to do 
the same tricks Tom had taught. 

At first Snarlie did not do them so well, for 
animals like their old friends best. But, after 
a bit, Snarlie was almost like his old self, and 
again did the tricks very well indeed. 

“ And then, one day,” said Snarlie, in telling 
his story to his animal friends, ” something else 
happened. My cage was hauled out of the big 
tent and driven away, and the other animals 


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were left behind. I was taken away all alone. 
I did not know what it meant, but finally I was 
brought here to this tent. I was with another cir- 
cus.” 

“ Yes, you were sold,” said Woo-Uff, the lion. 
“ Sometimes one circus will buy animals from 
another. I remember the day you came here. 
You did not speak to any of us. We thought 
you were going to be proud and stuck up.” 

“ I did not know any of you, and that is why I 
did not speak,” said Snarlie. “ Then, too, I was 
sad at leaving my old friends, and I was lone- 
some for Tom. But now I am getting to like it 
here, only I do not want boys to throw peanuts in 
my cage.” 

“ Give them to me,” laughed Umboo, the ele- 
phant. “ I love peanuts, as I told you before.” 

“ But you have a good trainer in this circus,” 
said Woo-Uff, the lion. “ Frank is a good, kind 
man. He taught me to do some tricks.” 

“ Yes, he is good to me,” said Snarlie, “ and I 
like him. But somehow, of late, I do not feel 
happy. I often wish I was back in the jungle.” 

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Nabbo, the baboon. “ I, too, often wish I could 
again swing through the tree tops, or run over 
the ground, for you know we baboons live upon 
the ground more than we do in trees. Some- 
times we have homes in rocky caves, as yours 
was, Snarlie.” 

“ I wish I was back in my jungle cave,” went 
on the striped tiger, as he paced up and down 
his cage. “ I am not happy here.” 

“ I think if he could see Tom, or some of his 
old friends, he would be happier,” whispered 
Humpo, the camel, to Horni, the rhinoceros. 

“ Maybe,” answered Horni. “ Perhaps he 
would like to see Princess Toto also. She must 
be a nice little girl.” 

Snarlie was not happy. Up and down the 
cage he walked ; up and down. 

“ Are you going to tell us any more of your 
story? ” asked Nabbo. 

” That is all there is to tell,” answered Snarlie. 
” I am here in this circus now, and here I shall 
stay, I suppose. You are all very good to me, 
and I am sorry I cannot feel happier. Perhaps 
to-morrow I will be better.” 


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Then he stretched out in a corner of his cage, 
and closed his eyes. 

“ If there is no more to Snarlie’s story, sup- 
pose you tell us yours, Woo-Uff,” called Umboo, 
the elephant, to the lion. “ Tell us about the 
sandy desert where you came from, near the 
edge of the jungle.” 

But before Woo-Uff could begin, it was time 
to move the circus tents again, on to another 
city. 


CHAPTER XIV 


THE WIND STORM 

“ Are you feeling any more happy to-day, 
Snarlie? ” asked Umboo, the elephant, as he 
walked past the tiger’s cage, when, next day, the 
circus had come to a stop again, ready to give 
another show. 

“ Well, not much,” Snarlie answered. “ I 
think I must be getting homesick. I used to feel 
this way in the other circus. I just want to go 
back to the jungle, if only for a little while. I 
am tired of staying in this cage, with the hard 
wooden floor. I want to spring along on the 
damp, soft, cool ground. I want to swim in the 
muddy pool and lie in the sun. I want to play 
ball with Princess Toto.” 

“ But you can’t do it,” said Umboo. “ We 
must all stay with the circus now.” 

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“ Yes, I suppose so,” answered Snarlie. And 
he gave such a big, heavy, sorrowful sigh, letting 
his breath out so suddenly, that he blew the hat 
off a little boy who was standing in front of the 
tiger cage, though he did not mean to do it. 

“ Oh my ! Ma ! Look — my hat ! ” cried the 
little boy, jumping away. 

“ What’s the matter? ” asked the lady, who 
had brought her little boy to the circus. “ What 
happened to your hat? ” 

“ The tiger blew it off my head. I guess, 
maybe, he wanted to eat it,” said the small chap. 

But Snarlie did not eat straw hats, though, 
perhaps, Umboo, the elephant, might have done 
so had there been a little frosting on top, as there 
is on a cake. 

However, there was no sweet stuff on this 
little boy’s hat — only a red ribbon, and Umboo 
did not care for that. So the elephant politely 
picked the hat up in his trunk, and gave it to the 
little boy, who put it on his head. 

“ Oh, ma ! ” he cried. “ This is a funny cir- 
cus. First the tiger blew off my hat, and then 
the elephant picked it up.” 


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“ Well, we had better get out of this tent be- 
fore he picks us up,” said the lady, as they hur- 
ried away. 

“ So you are lonesome for the jungle; are you, 
Snarlie? ” asked Woo-Uff, the lion, when the 
circus performance had started and there was 
nothing for the animals to do except sit in their 
cages, and talk to one another. “ Well, I don’t 
blame you. Sometimes I wish I was back in my 
cave-home, where I could run across the desert 
sands, or slink along through the bushes. But 
here we must stay.” 

Day after day the circus went on, traveling 
from place to place. And every day Snarlie 
grew more lonesome and homesick for the 
jungle. He wished he was again with Sharp- 
Tooth, running about as they pleased, even 
though they had muddy water to drink, and had 
to hunt for their food, and wait for the lions and 
elephants to go away from the jungle pool. 

“ I am tired of the cage — I want to go out,” 
said Snarlie, over and over again. “ If they 
would let me out I would not run away. I could 
do my tricks outside the cage as well as in.” 


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But, of course, Frank, who was Snarlie’s new 
trainer, did not know this. He was kind and 
good to the tiger — almost as good as was Tom, 
and Snarlie liked him nearly as much. 

Snarlie did his tricks as well as he could — 
jumping over the stick, sitting on the high stool, 
jumping on the ball, and standing up on his hind 
legs, with his fore paws on the trainer’s shoul- 
ders. This last was a new trick. 

One day, when the circus had come to a large 
city where there was going to be a show for three 
days, Snarlie had a funny feeling. He was un- 
easy, and paced up and down in his cage, walk- 
ing to and fro, and lashing his tail. Sometimes 
he would growl deep down in his throat. He 
was not angry, but he felt as though something 
was going to happen. 

Umboo, the elephant, and Woo-Uff, the lion, 
acted the same way. They were uneasy. All 
the other circus animals seemed to be just like 
this. 

“ What is it? ” asked Snarlie of Woo-Uff. “ I 
feel just as I used to in the jungle before a storm.” 

“ So do I,” said the lion, “ and that is what is 


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going to happen, I think. We are going to have 
a storm.” 

But the men got ready to have the circus just 
the same, though the wind blew so hard, at times, 
on the tent, that it seemed as if the white canvas 
house would topple over. 

Humpo, the camel, put his queer nose high 
in the air and sniffed. 

“ We certainly are going to have a storm,” he 
said. “ The wind is moaning and crying as it 
used to on the desert where I lived. There the 
sand used to be blown about in great clouds, so 
I could not see which way to go.” 

“ And what did you do then? ” asked Snarlie. 

“ Oh, I would lie down, stretch out my neck, 
close my eyes and my nose, as much as I could, 
and wait for the storm to blow over. Some- 
times I would be half covered with sand before 
the wind stopped.” 

The wind was blowing harder now. Men 
hurried about tightening the ropes so the tent 
would not fall down. Frank, the trainer, came 
to Snarlie’s cage. 

“Well, old fellow, you aren’t afraid; are 


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165 


you? ” he asked kindly, and, putting his hand 
in between the bars he patted the striped tiger. 
Snarlie purred, just like your cat, only much 
louder, for he liked to be patted. 

Frank got in Snarlie’s cage, and put him 
through some of his tricks. But he did it 
quickly, for some of the people were already 
leaving. They did not like to stay in the circus 
tent with a storm coming up. 

“ What if the tent should blow over? ” asked 
Snarlie of Umboo, when the tiger’s tricks were 
ended. 

“ Oh, it would not hurt much. You animals, 
in your cages, would be all right, and, as for us 
elephants, we are so strong that a tent falling on 
us would not hurt.” 

“ All the same I would not like a tent pole to 
fall down and hit me on the nose,” said Humpo, 
the camel. “ That happened once, and my nose 
was sore for a week afterward.” 

“ Well, maybe the tent will not fall down,” 
said Snarlie. “ But I like to hear the wind blow. 
It sounds as it used to sound when there was a 
storm in the jungle, and my father and mother, 


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and Scratcho and Whino, my brother and sister, 
and I used to go far back in the rocky cave where 
the rain would not wet us. Yes, this wind re- 
minds me of the jungle.” 

“ I wish you wouldn’t talk so much about the 
jungle,” said Woo-Uff, the lion. “ You are 
making me homesick, too.” 

“ I’m sorry,” spoke Snarlie. “ I did not mean 
to do that. Perhaps some day we may ” 

But before Snarlie could say any more there 
was a loud howling sound of the wind. Then 
men shouted and yelled. The top of the tent 
seemed to lift up. Then some of the big poles, 
that had been holding it, cracked and broke. 

“Look out!” cried Humpo. “The tent is 
being blown over I Oh, I hope my nose doesn’t 
get hurt.” 

“ Stand here by me,” said Umboo. “ If a pole 
falls it will hit me first, but I don’t mind, for my 
skin is hard and thick. Stand near me, 
Humpo,” he said kindly, “ and I will keep the 
pole from hitting you.” 

Then, all at once, a great, big pole fell with a 
crash, right on top of Snarlie’s cage. 


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167 


“ Oh my goodness ! ” cried the big, striped 
tiger, and he was so frightened that he jumped 
up against the bars, which shook and rattled. 

“ Crash ! ” went the pole, and it broke right 
through the roof of Snarlie’s cage, and burst out 
one of the sides. 

Snarlie felt a sharp pain in one paw, as though 
a jungle thorn had pricked it. Then he felt a 
blow on his back. He saw a big hole in the side 
of his cage, and, fearing he would be hurt worse 
if he stayed where he was, he jumped out. 

The wind was howling, the tent was slowly 
falling, poles were toppling over, the elephants 
were trumpeting, the camels snarling and the 
circus men were yelling. Oh, such a time as 
there was I 

Then some one, seeing Snarlie leap out of his 
cage, cried : 

“ Oh, the big tiger is loose I The big tiger is 
loose ! Look out ! ” 

But Snarlie would harm no one. He tried to 
walk across to where Umboo and the other ele- 
phants were standing, but his foot hurt him so 


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when he stepped on it that he could only hop on 
three legs. 

“ Oh, I wonder what has happened to me? ” 
thought Snarlie. “ How my paw pains! ” 
Then, all of a sudden, the whole tent came 
tumbling down on the animals, cages and all. 


CHAPTER XV 


SNARLIE IS HAPPY 

Just what happened, and all that happened, 
after the wind blew down the circus tent, Snarlie 
could not see, for he was out of the cage, under 
the heavy canvas. But the tiger could hear the 
shouts of men, the roars, whines and snarls of 
the animals. The trumpeting of the elephants 
was like horns blowing. Then Snarlie heard 
the voice of Umboo. 

“ Is any one hurt? ” the big elephant asked. 

“ Yes, I am,” Snarlie answered. “ My foot 
hurts me so much that I can only walk on three 
legs.” 

“ Well, hop over here by me,” invited Umboo. 
“ I am holding up the tent off Humpo, the 
camel, and here is room for you beside him.” 

So Snarlie went over where Umboo stood, and 
lay down in the hay, beside the elephant. 

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Outside the fallen tent the wind was blowing, 
and the rain was pattering down. Snarlie’s 
cage was the only one that was broken, and he 
was the only caged animal to get loose. And to 
Snarlie, it seemed good and all right to be out- 
side his cage, since he had never lived in one 
while he was with Princess Toto. 

After a while the circus men lifted the tent up 
again, putting a new pole in place of the broken 
one, and then they came around to see about the 
animals. 

“ Where is Snarlie? ” asked Trainer Frank. 
“ Some one said he was out of his wagon.” 

“ He is,” answered a man. “ I saw the broken 
tent pole fall on his cage and smash it. The 
tiger jumped out.” 

“ I hope Snarlie is not hurt,” said Frank. “ I 
must find him.” 

“ Here he is,” spoke another man. “ Lying 
down by the elephants. Look ! ” 

And there they found Snarlie. The big, 
striped tiger did not try to run away when he 
saw Frank and the other men coming toward 
him. Some tigers would have done this, but 


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171 

Snarlie made up his mind to show the men that 
he was tame, and could be trusted outside his 
cage. 

“ Come, Snarlie. Come with me, and I’ll put 
you in a new cage,” said Frank kindly, as 
he took hold of the collar around Snarlie’s 
neck, though there was now no chain fast to 
it. 

As Frank led Snarlie over toward an empty 
cage that had not been smashed by the falling 
tent, the trainer saw the tiger limping on only 
three feet. 

“Why, Snarlie must be hurt!” he cried. 
“ Maybe his paw is broken. Oh, that’s too bad ! 
Poor Snarlie I ” 

And Snarlie’s leg, just above the paw, was 
broken. One of the circus men who knew how 
to doctor the sick animals, felt of Snarlie’s paw. 
It hurt very much to have it handled, but Snarlie 
lay quiet. 

“ Yes, it is broken,” said the man. “ It must 
be bound up until the broken bone is mended, 
and Snarlie can do no more tricks for some 
time.” 


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“ ril be sorry for that,” said Frank. “ He 
may forget all he has been taught.” 

So Snarlie’s paw and leg were bound up in 
splints of wood and long strips of cloth band- 
ages. After that the tiger felt better, though he 
still had much pain. He lay in his new cage, 
and drank a little water. 

The storm had passed, and after the circus 
had given a performance that night it moved on 
to the next city. And now began an unhappy 
time for Snarlie. The striped tiger could do 
none of his tricks, and as Frank had to train an- 
other animal he did not come so often to see 
Snarlie. None of the other men stopped at the 
tiger’s cage to speak to him, or pat him, and, 
though Snarlie could talk to the other circus ani- 
mals, still the jungle beast became very lone- 
some. 

More than ever he wished himself back in his 
big forest of India. He had all the meat he 
wanted to eat, and water to drink, but it was not 
much fun to go about on three legs, holding the 
broken paw up in the air, as your dog might do 
when he has hurt his foot. Snarlie could not get 


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173 


up on his pedestal, nor jump on the big, wooden 
ball. 

After a while Snarlie was really ill. He did 
not feel like eating, and when he tried to put his 
broken paw to the ground it gave him such a 
pain that he wanted to bite the bars of his cage. 

“ Oh, if only I could go back to my jungle, 
and see Princess Toto or Singa Dhu again,” he 
thought to himself. “ Then I would be happy.” 
Snarlie was very unhappy now. 

“ I don’t know what is the matter of that 
tiger,” said a circus man one day. “ He won’t 
eat, and he just lies in the corner of his cage, 
looking out. I’m afraid he’ll die of homesick- 
ness.” 

“ Oh, he may be all right when his paw gets 
well so he can do his tricks again,” said another 
man. “ Let him alone.” 

So they let Snarlie alone, and he grew more 
and more lonesome, and homesick, day by day, 
as the circus moved on. The other animals tried 
to cheer up Snarlie, but he was very sad. 

As he lay in his cage one day, looking at the 
crowds of people passing through the tent in 


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front of him, Snarlie suddenly saw a dark-faced 
man looking in at him, and he heard a voice that 
seemed to come to him from the far-off jungle. 
And the voice spoke in a language that was not 
like that of the circus men. It was the talk of 
Princess Toto. 

“ Ho, little tiger ! ” said the soft voice of the 
dark man. “ Ho, pretty one, I think I know 
you. Are you not Snarlie, the beautifully- 
striped tiger whom I caught in the jungle, long 
time ago, and took to the little princess? You 
look like Snarlie. Never a tiger, save he, had 
such a funny stripe across his face. And if you 
are Snarlie you ought to remember me, for I am 
Singa Dhu ! ” 

Snarlie gave a joyful growl, and sprang to the 
bars of his cage. Men and women screamed, 
for they were afraid Snarlie was going to get 
out. But he was not. He just wanted to get as 
close as he could to the dark man who was talk- 
ing jungle-language; the language Snarlie loved 
to hear. 

“ Snarlie ! Snarlie ! ” called the man. “ Do 
you not remember Singa Dhu? I came from far 


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175 


across the sea, to this new land. I came to see 
what sort of wild-animal shows they have in this 
new country, and behold, I see you. Yes, you 
are surely Snarlie! You are Snarlie, whom I 
caught in the jungle and sold to Princess Toto ! ” 

Snarlie was happy now, for he had found his 
old friend, whom he had known in the jungle. 
The tiger put his paw out between the bars of 
his cage. Singa Dhu reached forth his hand to 
stroke it. 

“ Don’t do that I ” cried a circus man. “ That 
tiger is cross now, and he may scratch you.” 

“ He will not scratch me,” said Singa Dhu. 
“ He knows me. Years ago I caught him in the 
jungle and tamed him. Then I sold him to the 
king, for Princess Toto. Snarlie and I are 
friends. See ! ” 

And so they were, for Snarlie purred happily, 
close against the bars of his cage, as close as he 
could come to Singa Dhu. It was almost as 
good as being back in the jungle to have Singa 
Dhu near him. 

“ If I had this tiger out of his cage he would 
walk all around with me, when he gets well,” 


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said the Indian. “ I am going to ask the circus 
to let me do it. I would like to be with Snarlie 
again, teaching him his tricks once more.” 

That day Singa Dhu went to the man who 
owned the circus, and told about Snarlie. Singa 
Dhu said he would like to travel with the show, 
and be the tiger’s keeper, making him do tricks, 
as he had done before. 

“ And I will teach him many new ones,” said 
Singa Dhu. 

“ All right,” spoke the circus man. “ You 
may try.” 

That night Singa Dhu went in Snarlie’s cage. 
The Indian took off the bandages, and put on 
fresh ones, covered with something that made 
the pain in the swollen paw feel better. 

“ It is so we do in the jungle,” said Singa 
Dhu. In a few days Snarlie’s paw was much 
better, and he could step on it lightly. And from 
then on he grew well quickly. Oh ! how glad he 
was to see Singa Dhu. Though he had liked his 
trainers, Tom and Frank, he liked the jungle 
man much better. For Singa Dhu could talk 
of the great trees, the tangled vines in which 


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177 


monkeys swung, and of the water hole where 
the wild animals came to drink in the moon- 
light. 

And so, just as before, the jungle man became 
Snarlie’s trainer and keeper. Singa Dhu trav- 
eled with the circus from place to place, teach- 
ing the tiger new tricks, and the two were to- 
gether most of the time. Many people came to 
see Snarlie and his new friend, or, rather, his old 
one, who had known him in the jungle, for 
Singa Dhu told how he had trapped Snarlie. 

“ And now you are happy again ; are you not, 
Snarlie? ” asked Humpo one day. 

“ Yes, I am happy. I do not want to go back 
to the jungle now, for, with Singa Dhu I am let 
come out of my cage to do my tricks in the cir- 
cus ring. It is almost as good as being back in 
the cave. I will always be happy now.” 

“ And now it is time for Woo-Uff to tell his 
story,” said Umboo. “ Tell us what happened 
to you, big lion, before you came to this circus. 
Tell us your story.” 

“ I will,” promised the big creature. And in 
a book to follow this, called, “Woo-Uff; the 


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Lion,” you may read all about the adventures he 
had in the jungle, and on the sandy desert. 

“ Ah, Snarlie,” asked Singa Dhu one night, 
as the circus tents were taken down for the trip 
to the next city, “ Do you remember little Prin- 
cess Toto? ” 

Snarlie could not answer, for he was sound 
asleep, but he had not forgotten the little Indian 
girl, with whom he used to play ball at the foun- 
tain in the palace courtyard. 

And Snarlie lived many years with the circus, 
and he was happy because Singa Dhu was kind 
to him. 


THE END 


CHILDREN’S BOOKS 

by HOWARD R. GARIS 

BEDTIME STORIES 


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ILLUSTRATIONS 

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Each book contains a story for every day in the month 

SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL 

31 Rabbit Stories 

JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL 
31 Sauirrel Stories 
LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE 

WIBBLEWOBBLE 

31 Duck Stories 

UNCLE WIGGILY’S ADVENTURES 
31 Old Gentleman Rabbit Stories 
JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW WOW 
31 Doggie Stories 

UNCLE WIGGILY’S TRAVELS 
31 more Old Gentleman Rabbit Stories 
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DADDY TAKES US CAMPING 
DADDY TAKES US FISHING 
DADDY TAKES US TO THE CIRCUS 
DADDY TAKES US SKATING 
DADDY TAKES US COASTING 
( Other hoohs in preparation) 

All about a little boy and a little girl and their dear 
Daddy 


JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW WOW 

“Come on, Jackie!” called Peetie Bow Wow, 
the boy doggie, one morning. “Come on!” 

“Where are you going?” asked Jackie of 
Peetie. 

“Let’s run off and join the circus,” suggested 
Peetie, as he tried to stand up on the end of his 
tail and turn a somersault. “We can earn a lot 
of money.” 

“How?” asked Jackie, scratching his nose 
with his ear. 

“Why, we can make money by doing tricks in 
the circus,” went on Peetie. “We can jump 
over the backs of elephants, climb up to the top 
of the tent, and do lots of things like that. A 
circus is fun!” 

You have read how Daddy Blake took Hal 
and Mab to the circus, and you will like to read 
about Jackie and Peetie. They are in a book 
called “Bedtime Stories: Jackie and Peetie 
Bow Wow,” by Howard R. Garis, who also 
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UNCLE WIGGILY’S FORTUNE 


“Oh, dear!” cried Uncle Wiggily Longears, 
the rabbit gentleman, as he got to the top of a 
big hill and looked down. “Oh, dear!” 

“Why, what has happened?” asked Sammle 
Littletail, the boy rabbit, hopping up. 

“Why, I have traveled all over, just as Dr. 
Possum told me to,” replied Uncle Wiggily, 
“and I have not yet found my fortune. It is 
very sad!” 

“Sad!” cried Sammie. “Not a bit of it! I 
know where your fortune is. You are the rich- 
est rabbit in the whole world!” 

“My goodness me, sakes alive, and some ice 
cream radishes!” Uncle Wiggily exclaimed. 

And then Sammle showed the rabbit gentle- 
man his fortune. You may read all about how 
he found it in the book entitled “Bedtime Sto- 
ries: Uncle Wiggily ’s Fortune.” And you 
should see the colored pictures Mr. Wlsa made 
'ox it! 

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UNCLE WIGGILY’S ADVENTURES 


“Ouch! Oh, my goodness me, sakes alive, 
and a basket of soap-bubbles!” cried Uncle 
Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, as he 
hopped along the grass one day. 

“Why, whatever is the trouble?” asked 
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, 
who kept house for Uncle Wiggily. “What 
happened?” 

“Oh, my rheumatism hurts me very much,” 
answered the rabbit gentleman, as he limped 
along on his red, white and blue striped barber- 
pole crutch. “I wonder how I may be cured?” 

“I can cure you!” cried Dr. Possum, who 
made powders and pills to cure sick animals. 

You may read all about Uncle Wiggily, and 
of how Dr. Possum sent the old vabbit gentle- 
man away on a funny journey, in the book called 
“Bedtime Stories: Uncle Wiggily ’s Adven- 
tures.” It has eight lovely colored pictures in it. 

Howard R. Garls, who wrote the Daddy 
book you have just read, also wrote about Uncle 
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your book store. If you can not, send to the 
publishers, R. F. Fenno & Company, 1 8 East 
1 7th Street, New York City, who will mail the 
book on receipt of price, and also a postcard. 


DADDY TAKES US TO THE CIRCUS 


“Oh, Mab!” cried Hal Blake, as he came 
running into the house one morning. “Daddy is 
going to take us to the circus!” 

“Are you. Daddy?” asked the little girl. 

“Yes,” said Mr. Blake. “Here are the 
tickets.” 

“Oh, what fun we’ll have!” shouted Hal. 

“Won’t we!” added his sister. 

How Daddy Blake took the children to the 
diow in the big tent, and how Hal and Mab 
went to sleep in one of the red wagons, and were 
carried off — all that you may read in the book 
called “Daddy Takes Us to the Circus.” It is 
written by Howard R. Garis, who also wrote 
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tains fine pictures, and has a decorated cover. 
You read, and liked, the Bedtimes, so surely 
you will like the Daddy books. 

If your dealer does not keep them, please 
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Daddy Blake, on his trips with Hal and 
Mab, told them things about nature and out- 
door life. 


LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE 
WIBBLEWOBBLE 


“Quack! Quack!” cried Lulu Wibblewob* 
ble, the girl duck, when she was out paddling 
in the pond one morning. “Quack! Quack!” 

“Why, what has happened?” asked her sister 
Alice, as she tied her watercress- green hair rib- 
bon in a double bow. 

“Oh, I am stuck in the mud!” cried poor 
Lulu. 

“Oh, my! Corn meal cakes, with snail sauce 
on them!” shouted Jimmie Wibblewobble, the 
boy duck. “We shall have to get Nurse Jane 
Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, to pull you 
out.” 

You may read the rest of this story in the book 
called “Lulu, Alice and Jimmie Wibblewob- 
ble.” It is one of the Bedtime Stories, written 
by Howard R. Garis, who also wrote the Dad- 
dy book you have just read. 

There are thirty-one duck stories in the book, 
and eight finely colored pictures by Louis Wisa. 
If you can not get this volume at your book store, 
send to the publishers, R. F. Fenno & Company, 
18 East 1 7th Street, New York City, who will 
mail it on receipt of price, and also send you a 
beautiful poster. 


DADDY TAKES US SKATING 

“Oh, look! Poor Roly-Poly has gone 
through the ice!” cried Mab Blake. 

Oh, Daddy can’t we get him out?” begged 
her brother Hal. 

“I’ll try,” said Mr. Blake, but it was too late. 
Roly-Poly, the little white poodle dog, disap- 
peared. That means you could not see him any 
more. He was under the ice. 

But, later on. Roly was found in a most won- 
derful way. You may read all about it in a 
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Howard R. Garis, who wrote the Bedtime 
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The books will charm little tots, and also be of 
value to them, for Mr. Blake instructed his chil- 
dren when he took them on outings— he told 
them about nature and the great outdoors — ^how 
to camp, fish, and so on. 

If your book store does not have these vol- 
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F. Fenno & Company, 18 East !7th Street, 
New York, who will mail them on receipt of 
price. The books are well illustrated. 


SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL 


“Oh, Susie!” cried Sammie Littletail, the 
boy rabbit, one day, when he and his sister were 
hopping along In the woods. “Oh, Susie, some- 
thing has caught me by the leg!” 

“Why, Sammie! You are fast In a trap!” 
exclaimed Susie, the girl rabbit. “Oh, dear! 
How will you ever get out?” 

“I don’t know,” answered Sammie, sadly. 

“Well, I know,” spoke Susie, bravely. “I 
will go get Uncle WIgglly Longears, the rabbit 
gentleman, to help you out of the trap.” 

Getting Into a trap, and out of It again. Is only 
one of the thirty-one adventures In the book 
called “Bedtime Stories: Sammie and Susie 
Littletail.” 

You have read of Daddy Blake, and of Hal 
and Mab, his little boy and girl, and Howard 
R. Garls, who wrote about them, also wrote the 
Bedtime books. You can get them at your book 
store, or from the publishers, R. F. Fenno & 
Company, 1 8 East 1 7 th Street, New York City, 
Send for a catalog. 


DADDY TAKES US COASTING 


“Oh, Daddy! You are always taking us 
somewhere!” exclaimed Hal, one day when his 
father came home from the office, and said they 
were going on another trip. 

“Where is it to be this time?” asked Mab, 
who was Hal’s sister. 

“I think I’ll take you coasting,” said Daddy 
Blake. “I have taught you how to skate, and 
you will want to learn to coast. We’ll go out 
to Grandpa’s and stay over Christmas. There 
is plenty of snow there for sleigh-riding.” 

Daddy Blake and the children did go coast- 
ing out at Grandpa’s, and what good times they 
had ! There was a Christmas tree, and on it a 
ike for Roly-Poly, the little white poo- 



In the book called “Daddy Takes Us Coast- 
ing,” by Howard R. Garis, who also wrote the 
Bedtime books, you may read all that Hal and 
Mab did. You liked the Bedtimes, and you 
will, we are sure, like the Daddy volumes. 
They are finely illustrated. 

If your book store does not sell them, please 
send to the publishers, R. F. Fenno & Com- 
pany, 18 East 17th Street, New York City. 
They will be glad to mail the book to you. 


JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL 


“Come, boys!” chattered Mrs. Bushytail, the 
lady squirrel, one morning. “You must now 
have a lesson, and learn how to jump.” 

“Yes, indeed!” exclaimed Papa Bushytail. 
“Squirrel boys must know how to jump out of 
tall trees, as well as to crack nuts.” 

“Oh, but I am afraid!” cried Billie, the boy 
squirrel. “I am afraid to jump.” 

“And so am I,” added his brother Johnnie. 

“But you both must learn how to jump!” 
went on Mamma Bushytail, as she nibbled at 
a nut sandwich. 

You have read of Daddy Blake, and Hal 
and Mab, and you will be glad to leam how 
Johnnie and Billie Bushytail learned to jump, 
and do many other things that squirrels should 
do. 

Go to your own book store, and get the vol- 
ume called “Bedtime Stories: Johnnie and Bil- 
lie Bushytail.” It was written by Howard R. 
Garls, who wrote the Daddy books. If your 
store does not have Johnnie and Billie, and the 
colored pictures, send to the publishers, R. F. 
Fenno & Company, 18 East 17th Street, New 
York City, who will send the book on receipt 
of price, and also a fine poster. 


DADDY TAKES US CAMPING 


“Oh, Hal!” cried Mabel Blake, as she ran 
down the garden walk. “Guess what’s going 
to happen.” 

“I don’t know,” answered Hal, who was 
making a kite. “What?” 

“Daddy is going to take us camping!” wervt 
on Mab. 

“Oh, joy!” aied Hal. 

Camping in the woods, living in a lent, and 
having many wonderful adventures, are only a 
few things Hal, Mab and their father did. You 
liked to read the Bedtime Stories, and you will 
like these new books by the same author, How- 
ard R. Garls. 

Send to your book store, and get the volume 
“Daddy Takes Us Camping.” The book tells 
of nature, outdoor life and animals in a way 
children like. 

R. F. Fenno & Company, of 18 East 17th 
Street, New York City, publish the Daddy 
books, of which there are several. They will 
mail any volume on receipt of price, if your 
store does not have it. The books are prettily 
gotten up, with pictures. 


UNCLE WIGGILY’S TRAVELS 


'‘Well, there is no use talking!” exclaimed 
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, 
one morning. ‘‘I shall never find my fortune — 
never!” 

“Oh, yes, you will!” cried the red squirrel, 
as he combed out his bushy tail with a chestnut 
burr. ‘‘I would not be surprised, Mr. Longears, 
if you found your fortune to-morrow or next 
day.” 

“Do you really think so?” asked Uncle Wig- 
gily happily, as he made his nose twinkle like a 
star on a frosty night in June. 

‘‘I do,” answered the red squirrel. 

‘‘Well, then I’ll travel farther on,” decided 
the rabbit gentleman. 

And he did keep on his journey. You may 
read all about it in a book called ‘‘Bedtime 
Stories: Uncle Wiggily’s Travels.” It has in it 
fine colored pictures by Louis Wisa. R. F. 
Fenno & Company, of 18 East 17th Street, 
New York City, publish the volume, and How- 
ard R. Garis wrote the stories. He also wrote 
the Daddy books you have just read. If you 
can not get the Bedtime Books at your store, 
send to the publishers. You may also have a 
pretty poster in colors. 


DADDY TAKES US FISHING 


“Oh, what a funny fish!” cried Mab Blake, 
down at the shore cottage where they were 
spending the summer. 

“That isn’t a fish — ^it’s a crab,” said Hal, 
her brother. 

“Oh, yes, and see! The crab has phiched 
Roly-Poly, our dog. Hear him howl !” shouted 
Mab. But Roly-Poly, the little white poodle 
dog, was not pinched by the crab, I am glad to 
say. Roly just howled emd barked because he 
was so surprised. 

This was only one of the things that hap- 
pened when Daddy Blake took Hal and Mab 
fishing. If you liked this Bedtime book, and 
we think you did, you will like the Daddy 
books, by the same author, Howard R. Garis. 
Get the one called “Daddy Takes Us Fishing,” 
from your dealer, or, if he does not have it, send 
to the publishers, R. F. Fenno & Company, 18 
East 17th Street, New York City, who will 
mail it on receipt of price, and also a catalog. 

The Daddy books contain something of value 
to children in the way of nature lore, and out- 
door life, told in a way the little ones enjoy. 


BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG 


Did you ever roll down hill inside a cabbage? 

No, I don’t believe you ever have, but Buddy, 
the little guinea pig boy, once did. He was out 
walking one day, and he found a big cabbage 
by the roadside. First he took a nibble, and 
then he took a bite, and soon he had eaten hiu 
way inside the cabbage. 

“Ha!” cried Buddy Plgg. “This is very 
fine. Indeed ! I will take some cabbage home to 
my sister Brlghteyes.” 

So he went to sleep inside the cabbage, and 
then it rolled down hill, and then 

But you must get the book called “Bedtime 
Stories: Buddy and Brlghteyes Pigg, ” to read 
the rest of the story. There are thirty others in 
the book, which is published by R. F. Fenno & 
Company, 1 8 East 1 7th Street, New York City, 
who will send it to you if your store does not 
have it. 

Howard R. Garls, who wrote the Daddy 
books, also wrote the one about the guinea pigs, 
and you will surely like them. With the book 
comes a prettily colored poster of Buddy and 
Brlghteyes, that you can hang in your room. 


NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL 

Once upon a time, not so very many years 
ago, there were two cute little bear cubs — a boy 
and a girl. They were named Neddie and 
Beckle. 

“Come on, let’s go out for a walk in the 
woods,” said Neddie to Beckle one day. 

“All right,” she answered, “and maybe 
something will happen.” 

Something did. They met a man, with a 
trained bear who could do tricks, and Neddie 
and Beckie ran away from their own cave-home, 
and traveled with this man, learning many 
things. 

Now that you have finished reading the Dad- 
dy books, send and get the volume called “Bed- 
time Stories : Neddie and Beckle Stubtail.” It is 
by Howard R. Garls, who wrote the Bedtimes, 
and R. F. Fenno & Company, of 1 8 East 1 7th 
Street, New York City, are the publishers. 
They will mail it on receipt of price, if your 
own store does not have it. 

You will like to read about the bears, and see 
the pretty colored pictures in the book. 


UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTOMOBILE 

“Well, where are you going to-day?” asked 
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, of 
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, 
for whom she kept house. 

“I am going out for a ride in my automobile,” 
replied Mr. Longears, “and perhaps I may have 
an adventure.” 

He did have one, and it was about a pumpkin 
Jack-o’-lantern. You may see a picture of him 
in his automobile, with a cow’s horn, a turnip 
steering wheel and German bologna sausage 
tires, in the book called “Bedtime Stories: Uncle 
Wiggily ’s Automobile.” 

Howard R. Garis, who wrote the Daddy 
book you have just read, also wrote about Uncle 
Wiggily ’s automobile. You will surely like it. 
If your book store does not keep it, send to the 
publishers, R. F. Fenno & Company, 1 8 East 
1 7th Street, New York City, who will send you 
a nice catalog, and a pretty post card. 

Uncle Wiggily Longears was a very funny 
rabbit. 







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